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Heather Wandolbawsk

Poetry By: Staplink

About a friend named Heather

Submitted:Oct 12, 2011    Reads: 0    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Whoa! Where do I start?

You are free mind, soul, and heart

When I first met you I thought you were a freak

But this summer I got to know you better, taking a closer peak.

You love gore

And you called yourself a gore-whore

That still gives me the creeps

But luckily I can still sleep

You hang with cool peeps

Some are outlandish in bounds and leaps

We hung a few times this summer

But we should've hung more - what a bummer.

You have two Facebook profiles

Each with different info and styles

One has a nominal identity

While the other looks differently


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