Just a fictional poem. lol...
(free style) I left my pants somewhere I can't seem to find them anywhere. I have looked every place I know Everywhere high and low But still I can't find them This are my special pants They're not the best looking ones They're not the kind to flaunt around Yet I don't worry if they look that bad I still like my old comfortable pants I also own a pair of worn out t-shirts That they match this old pants I want So I better keep searching for my pants If I can't find them soon I'll be very mad Cos I need them immediately very bad So I don't have to run naked all thru the house. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 09.28. 2014
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