I love a girl who's just like you.
She has the same hair and eyes;
The same dimples and smile,
The same name too.
In fact, she's exactly your size.
The only thing different,
As far as I can see,
Is that she loves me too,
And is imaginary.
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Boo-hoo!
HELLO
Hello!
Now I see why Anne thought your blog was depressing. Actually, I like this poem except for the brevity of the last line. I think it needs a bit more flow...
Yeah, the last line sucks. It works if you read "imaginary" like "imagineair-ee".
Yes, that is better.
Ruining the English language, one poem at a time!
I disagree - I think it's really good except for how the last line scans. So all you have to do is fix it...
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