A girl called Felicity
Went to the shop
When she got there
They cut off her mop
They fitted a wig
Of purple and green
Felicity got mad
And started to scream
With who were they messin’
The shop didn’t know
So they paid her off fast
And asked her to go
my imaginary friend
Tell Me About It 
Nice to meet your imaginary friend. 😉
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I like this Michelle.
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hee!Hee! This is brilliant!
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This is a very good poem!! I’m not just saying that as you get to know me you’ll find that I don’t lie. I did want to take the opportunity to thank you for re-blogging my post on backbiting. It has called forth many new “likes” and “followers”! If there is anything you want from me ever, please let me know!!
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Very good
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I’m not sure I can believe that
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🙂
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