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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Jan 24, 2008    Reads: 101    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


When I go on a date, I make the girl order the cheapest thing on the menu.

They usually walk out the door before the dates have a chance to continue.

My last date ordered a meal that costed a hundred and ten dollars.

The owner threw me out on my ass when I started to holler.

The price of an egg McMuffin is about as high as I'm willing to go.

When I ask the girls out a second time, they slap�me and say no.





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