Your dedication to Mid-Day Marg does not go unnoticed, though it’s sometimes overshadowed by the working ladies who praise me on my genius blogging skills through gchat and Twitter. But I know you have me marked as a fav on your toolbar and you are one of only 2 email subscribers (thanks also to the rando girl who gets my email notifications). You’ve also contributed a quility unicorn painting to the blog. So for this, I have written you a sonnet (I looked up sonnet structure – it’s legit).
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Dangly earrings and curly hair
are staples of this biddie.
A better friend is truly rare
in any town or city.
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I found her once on the bathroom floor
sleeping like a baby.
Her feet pushed up against the door,
that half-way naked lady.
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Sometimes she’s wild, but I like her that way
when we dance in grimy bars.
I wish we could hang out today,
but she lives a little too fars.
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That’s Erin Christine,
the dancing queen.
- This is my friend, Erin -
Mid-day Margarita 
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