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by Sweet escape
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Your favorite word: BOO,
reminds me of a ghost,
Tho it surely fits you,
It couldn't fit most.

You're one of a kind,
made from a separate mold.
Not that I mind,
At least you're not extremely old.

Your young, smart, and cute,
Sugar rush sweet,
And artistic to boot,
I can't wait 'till we meet.

Of my friends your the best,
closest and true.
I don't think I could live the rest
of my life with out you.


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