Notorious C.L.I.T.A Poem by motley poetry (special k)
Down here I sat alone,
Til you were 20 years old, When you finally decided to find me. All was well, Until a man from hell, Reached down to have a swing. Shocked and confused, A little unamused, Have I really been forgotten? Some men don't know, But should've been told, We don't always need a rocket.
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Added on July 9, 2017 Last Updated on April 13, 2019 Author
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