................................*throws down her pen and paper in shame and vows to never write her Where I Came From poem* I hate you for saying you can't write poetry because if this isn't poetry I should just quit writing it forever. The tears cannot be counted, I'm swimming up my salmon stream right now, never to return again. Not even the hobo man can help me. Your last stanza was a killer blow. Omg. No words.
P.S. Skip-It was the greatest thing ever. I was so psyched when I got one.
P.P.S. "Until brave McGee saved us with her lipstick-stained cup" amazing line.
P.S. Skip-It was the greatest thing ever. I was so psyched when I got one.
P.P.S. "Until brave McGee saved us with her lipstick-stained cup" amazing line.