There once was a little old mayor who owned a famous cafe called 'blaire' a young lady came she said 'no more fame' cos in her soup she found a peice of grey hair
Before Jasmin came 2 this skool i had never had a REAL bestfriend. I was always hoping that someone who understands the real me would come along. And then Jasmin came. To me Jasmin has everything in a bestfriend that i cld ever want and she accepts me 4 who i really am and not who i pretend 2 b. She is the bestfriend u cld ever imagine. i luv u jasmin and thnx 4 always being there 4 me. luv u lots xx ur bestie, chooky ;) always & 4eva xx :)
6 comments:
ha ha, thatz a really funny poem
thnx
hahahahahhahhah that is cutee xx
love jaz :) :P
btw thnx for your interests!!!! u r so nice
thnx 4 ur poem
UR so nice ;) =P
let me c... cos isnt a word but its still an awsm poem =]
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