jana ghossein

Ode To My Bottle

The thing that gets kisses from me all day
it stays with me and keeps me safe
from all the finger prints around it
it might help a detective to find me
it sometimes meet other friends
and if its plastic it will last till the end

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 23, 2011
Poem Edited: Thursday, June 23, 2011

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