I wrote this poem a long, long time ago and when I recently re-read it, I still laughed. The sign of a good poem is one you don't think sucks a year after you forgot you ever wrote it.
Michele Lee
I loved her once;
Her name was Michelle.
But that love turned to hate;
Her name had only one L.
Monday, October 11, 2004
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