The Anti-Feminist
It's poetry, perhaps sometimes with commentary. Feel free to comment.
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
Fruit Love
I am a spawn of true love,
No wonder I'm so great.
You try to be jealous,
But I don't know what that means.
True love is luck,
True love is great.
I'm lucky I came from it,
I will try to produce from it.
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