You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly
You can be the captain
And I can be your first mate
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This girl who always likes to sing, but she is very shy. The only way to not be sad is to write poems so she can feel like the poems are her singing. This girl is me Vianney E. the one who is shy)
I Think Of You As A Star.
The stars shine like your dimind earing.
The stars shine like your beautyful green eyes.
The stars shine like your long, curly, black hair.
Maby that is why I think of you as a star! :)