October 3, 2011
Noelle, Noelle,
What can I say?
Why did you have to be this way?
First she’s glamorous,
But her love life is cancerous,
I have nothing to write,
Save these few mumbled words,
But that, that heart of ice,
Makes you think she has lice,
But there is a maverick,
Whose love is so drastic,
I cannot say his name,
For that will douse the flame,
You know him so well,
A lion stalking a gazelle,
But I won’t say anymore,
For his honor you will restore

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