James Galvan
English 306
Steve Pett
Poem one: love poem without the word love
You have a lot of curves
Yet you get on my nerves.
You look like a rose
Though you have a crooked nose.
You remind me if a pleasant breeze
But when I see you I begin to sneeze.
You move like a gazelle which is swell
Until you just recently fell down the well
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