Beca Sawatzky


My Friend.

I have a friend, her name I can not say.
Perhaps you'll figure it out many a strange day,
this girl i know, she is so fine,
she likes to dine at half past nine,
she laughs when she reads this poem
and wonders when she may go home,
instead of sitting here with me
her one and only freind you see,
she is a nerd, so tall so skinny

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