Mr. Deeds Poem by emily fortney
Mr. Deeds
hard to breathe, it feels like floating,
so full of love my hearts' exploding.
mouth is dry, hands are shaking,
i am yours for the taking.
acting wierd and not myself,
dancing around like the keibler elf.
now it's time for this poor shlub,
to know how it feels to fall in lub.
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copied from Mr. Deeds! ! ! ! i luv it
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
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