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Hunter

Rating: 4.8

When i got to touch my phone and dial,
I think of hunter and then i smile.
He loves to talk about his shaft,
He really wants to make me laugh.

I really like this boy,
We are each others little toy.
He is like the voice inside my head,
that wont let me(lol) go to bed.

He tells me that im his boo.
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Shania K. Younce 28 March 2014

This is a fine poem. Bien!

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C. P. Sharma 29 December 2009

Lovely poem with many layers. CP

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