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After staring at this poem for three weeks I realize it isn't going anywhere, so here it is for worse or worse.
Forlorn You lead me on Hinting things to be Giving me the love I need to be free Laughing and smiling together We walk hand-in-hand Down the beach Our toes together in sand The idyllic life abruptly ends You say you will never ever love Put me in a box Where push comes to shove Why do you Play with my heart Don’t you know It’ll tear me apart |
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nothing wrong with that hippie,
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Tell me who lead you on Hippy and I'll kick their azz...
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liked it..
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After staring at this poem for three weeks I realize it isn't going anywhere, so here it is for worse or worse. Forlorn You lead me on Hinting things to be Giving me the love I need to be free Laughing and smiling together We walk hand-in-hand Down the beach Our toes together in sand The idyllic life abruptly ends You say you will never ever love Put me in a box Where push comes to shove Why do you Play with my heart Don’t you know It’ll tear me apart I like this write, hippie... sad ending though... |
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Tell me who lead you on Hippy and I'll kick their azz... Ann, the last woman I loved. |
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I liked it. good write!
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Tell me who lead you on Hippy and I'll kick their azz... Ann, the last woman I loved. I'll need her address |
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Edited by
KiK2me
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Tue 03/05/13 08:20 PM
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Thanks ladies and gents, but you should not encourage me!
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