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11.17.2007

Oh Coldsore

Upon my lips
A coldsore sits.

It's red
It's sore
It's gross
And I don't want it anymore

Im applying Abreva
I'm popping pills
Anything to help
This thing kills.

It is't glamourous
But it is true
And don't you laugh
Cuz it could happen to you.

The end.

5 comments:

The Dorrs said...

AAAH SIIICK

jake

Unknown said...

Boring...

DORRPOSTS said...

You could seriously have a career as a poet, Nikki. :-) (sorry about your cold sore, though...)

Chris and Sarah said...

They can totally photo-shop that out in your wedding pics... good timing!

Sam Schnake said...

Beautiful poem. I don't know you, but i know dave. or david. whatever.
I love you david.
You live in Colorado now?! cool. I want to snowboard there, I hear it's good. this is starting to get a lot longer than i had planned. Then again i never really planned it i just started typing. well. I hope you learned something.