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A friday night poem
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A friday night poem |
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B3jamboree Junior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 33Michigan |
Her friday nights Are his friday nights Thoes friday nights used to be mine So what do I do now On my friday nights? Let's just say I don't make love in the pines Her friday nights Are his friday nights So what do I do with my time So what do I do now On these friday nights? I simply Commit several heinous crimes Oh [edited by moderator] this poem Really [edited by moderator] it though I just can't write another verse I'v written so many And this friday night I'm trying To shake memories foul curse [This message has been edited by Sunshine (06-29-2003 01:21 PM).] |
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CaseyLeigh Junior Member
since 2003-05-15
Posts 48 |
yes, we've all been here before, in some shape or form... |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
Man...I've had the Friday night blues a million times atleast...but, it gets better... Look at it this way...it isn't Friday night anymore. See there, you made it! Your poem was very much enjoyed! |
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