i feel that roomie levels some unfair criticism at me in her last post. and as a result, i write to her an epic poem of love and beauty that could be rivaled perhaps only by will shakespeare himself...
o, tall girl
how i love you
you change our lightbulbs
is there nothing you can't do?
with your farrah fawcett hair
and your new york jew-girl flare
it's no wonder you've stolen my heart
i don't think we could ever part
when i walk in the door
on the futon, there you are
i just want a glass of water
you accost me with your guitar
how could i even live?
what would i have to give?
your lyrical musings sustain me
even if i try to flee
o, tall girl
how i love you
and i can say without a doubt
you amuse me through and through
if there was any question about my devotion, attention-paying skills, or capability of mixing AABB and ABCB couplets, let it be thusly vanquished!
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