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August 25, 2005
The Poem
So I was 13 years old and madly in love with this girl who sparkled. She lit up my life like nothing or nobody I had ever experienced before. Of course, being the hopeless romantic that I was at that age, I wrote a poem that may have been a few (or seven) pages long. I’m sure it stunk. How could it be any good, right? Well you would think that 16 years later the memory would die and its existence blasted off the face of the planet. I’m sure this would be the case . . . if anyone else had written it.
It seems every time I see this girl, she gets joy in bringing it up and regaling my friends, who have no idea of its existence, about it! This isn’t quite the manly image I need my drinking buddies to have of me – especially my drinking buddies who have tongues as quick and severe as whips. I’ve been trying to think of a good bribe to get “the poem” back but I’m running a little short on ideas. This is the thought that follows me to bed. Anyone else thinking nightmares?
Posted by CupidsReviews Doug at August 25, 2005 12:52 AM
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Posted by: an invisible romantic at August 25, 2005 2:36 AM
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Posted by: Doug at August 25, 2005 9:19 PM
