A Stalkers Pride
A Stalkers Pride!
On a day like anyother,
It really was a bother,
to find a yute,
following me in pursuit,
I get home,
And pat my little knome,
Go inside,
To hide,
Watching Gossip Girl,
When he caught me in a whirl,
The window goes bong,
Next thing I know he's gone.
Maybe he has something to hide,
Or maybe it's his Stalkers Pride
poem by Alice Merideth
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