i edited the poem to deal with our history class situation
I hate the way you talk your sick girlfriend, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you make me vomit, I hate it when you stare at your sick girlfriend. I hate your big dumb glasses and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me vomit. I hate the way youre always touching your girlfriend, I hate it when you sit next to us in history. I hate it when you make me vomit, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when youre not gone, and the fact that you didnt stop touching your girlfriend. But mostly I hate the way I dont think i can stand you, not even close not even a little bit not even at all.
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I hate the way you talk your sick girlfriend,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you make me vomit,
I hate it when you stare at your sick girlfriend.
I hate your big dumb glasses
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me vomit.
I hate the way youre always touching your girlfriend,
I hate it when you sit next to us in history.
I hate it when you make me vomit,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when youre not gone,
and the fact that you didnt stop touching your girlfriend.
But mostly I hate the way I dont think i can stand you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.
the end
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