Scuse me, hey! This is my first entry, and I'm not gonna lie, maybe my last. I really don't love keeping up with this, but my killer friends Sammie, Nickie, Bobby, and Anna have it so I needed one too. Plus I wanted to put up Shana's amazing poem....Please check it out.
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The Home of the Lovely, Gorgeous Glitter Carpet & the Girl... by Shana Alexander
I once knew this girl named Annie Jones.
I saw her at 12 banks getting school loans.
At first I didn't like this Jones at all, but I soon realized she was cool after a trip to the mall.
We became best gal pals at this joint. I think without her I wouldn't have made it to this point.
We used to go see our favorites at Hillcrest,
Now too many girls go there who are far from the best.
So we go out & party quite regularly,
Heck-we don't make it back too soberly.
She wears my clothes to look killer & hot,
In Napoleon he asks for some leftover tots.
Sometimes together we take a short nap,
She hates cats so don't curl up in her lap!
She always high 5s me whenever I ask,
Once Royce came out of his room in a facial mask.
We go to Shakespeare's & get the Shana-Annie Special.
Yo, Jackie nothing rhymes with that except meshell.
I once called her little nugget of love,
That name stuck like a fat hand in a small glove.
She's a tiny little East Indian dancer,
So she doesn't truly need a boob enhancer.
Annie lives down there in that large stall,
We got yelled at for trotting down the hall.
We think alike & we think the same,
A night out with us is never dull & lame.
When she upsets me I shake my fist,
But then we make another Post-It list.
Her wall is covered with blind contours, I mean, come on, Columbia can be a bore.
She plans on marrying this Mr. named Greggy,
This is the end so break a leggy!
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Pretty much fresh poem.....I love you boo! | 
