No Regrets
Maybe I'll stick my tongue out at you
Maybe you'll shoot me a bird.
Discard your seven of diamonds.
I'll discard my black three.
Revved up corvettes
Thought I'd never forget
Glad I didn't tattoo then.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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