December 2011
Got no plans. Got no clothes. Got no piano. We got...
A POEM FOR JOANNE
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For all the words you could not say I promise they’ll be mine The one you meant to marry J I promise I will find And when your brother calls for me I promise I will come, Cause when I feel that I may break Your heart, it makes mine strong* -Stefani Joanne Germanotta