I made a poem ._.

Rhonda had a poem.
A fine poem indeed.
A fine one to read.
One day it disappeared.
And never again seen.
 
Where I come from (Hillbilly Hollar) little girls were no tops in the summer either. It's not much to be jealous of, given the thousand ways society makes being a girl suck. Oh and by New York City ordinance you CAN ride the subway bare chested.
 
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