girlA Poem by Oh, Andreai dont really know what to call this
She is a fan of faces with a weakness for words. Her heart has its own agenda; she is a thinker out of tune. Her eyes are blue like jazz and as determined as the sun to rise and set on time. She will save your life. She will let you in. She’ll smile for you like a pet with a trick and laugh for you like a bird with a song. She will love you because she won’t know what else to do. © 2008 Oh, AndreaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 29, 2008 Last Updated on March 29, 2008 AuthorOh, Andreapoway, CAAbouti think milk is the choice beverage of the devil. it's terrible. other than that, i can pretty much find the good in everything... but sometimes the bad is what makes me laugh, so i'm quick to point i.. more..Writing
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