half year

6 Dec

Britton and I are sentimental and mushy.

I wrote ripped most of this poem off an e-card and changed some of the words for us.

We’re like cops and mustaches,
like EarthBalance on toast,
like maple syrup and everything,
Halloween and ghosts.
We’re like bad haircuts on hipsters,
or presents in December,
and just like butts and squeezes,
you and me go together!

 

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