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I loves writing poems ... I love to just sit in my room and think of things to write about ..
The day I met you
I looked straight into your eyes...
A sigh in the day
A cry at night...
It's a sad thing to think about
It's hard to even admit these things...
I'm here to tell u a story
that started in 1919...
It hasn't been
At least one day...
For the record
In the three seconds it takes for you to turn to dust
You'll find the mistake you made
Was touching my stuff
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun.'"