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Erica Francis
Erica Francis
(January 7,1988 - September 17,2078 / Columbus, OH)
Poems by Erica Francis : 172 / 196
The Love - Poem by Erica Francis
The love
of one self
is sweet
like a piece of rope;
It doesn't taste very good
but it is useful for things other than swallowing.
Poems by Erica Francis : 172 / 196
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 11, 2006
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You need to dip yourself in Honey Callisto, you are old enough now! And the taste is divine. And as far as rope is concerned, you need to be careful, or you may just hang yourself with it. I should know! 9 from Tai hanging loose, cus she can! Happy Birthday again. (Report) Reply