vicky liao


I'm not picky
but my name is Vicky
My friends sister calls me Bicky
you see me in the hall
where i dance and see Mr.Paul
but you never know
when i come and go
you smack me here
and there
but i won't go red
like Ma-ri-an said

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2009

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