It might be a poem,
It might not be,
this am sure,
it's no lure,
since we'll talk,
not walk,
We’ll talk about her,
Yes her, whom they called June
Read of her,
Of her life,
From January to December.
Do remember :)
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Plain June - Editing
PoetryThey call her June; Was born in Month, A bit of weird, And was always smart. They call her June; A girl of plain, Unflavored life, And boring game. They call her June; A serious nerd, Who always wear Glasses for blurred. They call her June; And laug...
