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Juvenilia: the Worst Innocent Poetry I'Ve Penned

Roses are red Violets are blue I wrote this poem just for you Do you want to go out with me it's okay if you don't want to this was a truth or dare but I like you and that's the truth If you do want to go with me meet me at my locker I'll share my pixie sticks with you Written a long time ago posted on poetrysoup April 26, 2017

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Date: 5/25/2017 5:17:00 AM
Thanks for sharing your memories PoetPrentice.
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Date: 4/29/2017 7:38:00 PM
awww, this is so sweet!! I wish mine was really cute like yours. I have a really dorky one, the only poem I ever wrote before age 12. When you see a lame innocent limerick up , you will know it's the one I am talking about.
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Date: 4/27/2017 5:27:00 PM
Ahhh, young love and pixie sticks. Nothing better in my book. Really cool my friend. I loved this look back into your world. So...what did she say? Did she meet you at the locker?
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Date: 4/27/2017 7:08:00 PM
She never heard this wretched piece of writing. She turned out to be a really annoying idiot. That's middle school for ya. Kids think they feel love one day, then it turns out, it was just gas.
Date: 4/26/2017 11:36:00 PM
I have no idea what pixie sticks are, but thank you for sharing this on the soup! It's very cute! Best of luck to you.
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Date: 4/27/2017 12:28:00 AM
Oh, it's basically sugar with food coloring. The things we ate as kids... Thanks for the comment.
Date: 4/26/2017 10:13:00 PM
;D this is as sweet as pixie sticks! Fun Dip!
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Date: 4/27/2017 12:27:00 AM
You're too kind! This was absolutely horrible but she turned out to be horrible too so I guess you could say poetic justice??

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