Poems from mwaggoner28
Every little girl knows what it’s like. To be bullied by the bigger kids on the playground; to get pushed off the swings, get her pigtails...
They’re spelling beautiful wrong these days.
It’s not B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L, it’s B-A-L-D.
It’s the gown with the bows in the back,
The mint...