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Patsy
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Some Random & Some Good Poetry Nobody knows that Pasty has a secret,
if you ask her she'll call you a twit.
Walking down the stairs of school,
Secret in mind and cannot be opened by any tool.
Short hair and perfect eyes,
a punch in the stomach from her and she'll make you cry.
Friendly, cheerful and sleepy too,
with her secret she wont lend a clue.
Works all night at a coffee shop with her boss,
fills your cup up with creamy frost.
