Katrina's Poem

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I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate the way you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie,

I hate it when you make me laugh, even more when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close,

Not even a little bit, not even at all.

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