The Type

by Loni Rheam   Jul 5, 2008


There's always that girl and guy
that are meant to be
the typical type
you know what i mean
The quarterback ab the bleach blonde tramp
i don't know what he sees in her
She's as dim as a lamp

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Ah yes but even the weakest flame finds a moth that will gladly suffer death on its dimming wick. may you find brighter flames ahead where your love can live with rival. nicely penned and good flow of thoughts. peace.

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