sooo pretty much my mom got mad at me for writing a mean poem about jenks.
she's making me write a nice one.. so here i go
Megan Jenkins is like a spring day,
cold, then warm again
sun beats down.. rays, rays. shine, shine.
Love blossoms, flowers die.
wilting
petals falling.
i love Megan Jenkins, crushes like the clouds in may.
the sun is like my heart
big, yet empty.
an empty void that must be filled with what?
flower friend love.
HAPPY DINGO OUT
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