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.
11.17.2007
Oh Coldsore
Posted by Tres Dorrs at 7:30 PM
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AAAH SIIICK
jake
Boring...
You could seriously have a career as a poet, Nikki. :-) (sorry about your cold sore, though...)
They can totally photo-shop that out in your wedding pics... good timing!
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.
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