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I hate it.


I don't like the way people scrunch their nose,

or the way they crack their fingers, and their toes.

I don't like how they second guess everything, 

and then always choose the first options.

I don't like when they mess up the words they sing,

or when they watch t.v. with captions. 

I don't like how they chew oh-so-loud and

crumbs fall out their mouth.

No I don't like these things and 

you do every single one of them. 

You crack your fingers and your toes, and

your singing may be awful, but darn.

I couldn't live without it. 

And I don't just put up with it, no,

I learned to love it.

Its the little things you do I learned to love, 

because I love you  

 

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