You know that feeling you get when you realize that baby you've known for ages is growing up, and that they're about to sprout wings and go off into the world, evolving before your very eyes?
Wel, this poem has nothing to do with that.

This all began when I decided to utilize my Creative Writing major by writing love poems to female co-workers. Rather than file for sexual harrassment, they delighted in the fanciful yet dirty metaphors that littered my poems. I began to branch out, involving love notes and even a roll of love haikus, until it was decided that I must have a blog.
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