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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