Boy Oboy!A Poem by Jorj Jieperson
I met him late December
His eyes were but so tender I hope that he'll remember He signed that piece of paper. January came and it was good. He seem to be in such good mood. February came,twas hard as wood He did things I, never thought he would. In March, I heard he's out of work I wonder what have popped his cork I'm feeling like I was stuck with fork He's gone with my money, that stupid dork.
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