An Ode
Janna, I'm sorry for the stuff
On your futon's been spilled.
I'm glad you helped me
Steal from the Women's Guild.
When you're part of the party
It's surely a blast
Like you're 21st...
Didn't think you would last.
I hope your birthday was
grand without fail.
I always think of you when
I see fields with round bale(s).
I hope you enjoyed my poem Janna! Love, Kim
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