Of every girl that I have ever loved
And their mama bears who scared me pale
Of every holiday which produced no pictures
But only comparisons for the others to pale
Of the scabs that they scratched off in unintended passion
And the accidental clash of teeth
Under the shelter of their nails
I hated their friends
Shared lunches
Wrote poetry to
And in return received Christmases in May
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