Addicted To Stevie Taite - Poem by Ruby Honeytip
For a very important date!
I planned on sitting home all night
Reading Stevie Taite.
Her wit and whim are priceless,
A smile in every poem,
My friends were shocked, all wondering why,
I suddenly wanted to stay home.
But the problem is now fixed,
I read and am now never alone
I can take PH outside with me
Because now I have a Smartphone
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