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| I call it "On a Cheerleader's Legs" | |
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| Slimmer than my wrist, longer than my spine, soft as summer's kiss, they simply are disgusting. | |
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| How can they be so small, yet flaunted by her skirt; and can she walk at all? With her I want to fight. | |
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| I wish it was this way--that what I said was true. My mind is led astray by what I want to...damnit. | |
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| They didn't print it on the yearbook's poetry page. | |
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