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Poem Written on a Ketchup Stained Paper Plate
Someplace inside
my soul does cry
for what it cannot be.
And in this state
it gives a sigh:
"To love. To hope. To thee."
an internet tradition since June 9, 2001.
Other № 120074
3 comments
apparently, if i was junk food i'd be a cheeseball.
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