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I walk these streets alone,
no map to find my way,
no place to call my own,
no one to make it okay.
My hands are in my pockets,
my hand is down real low.
The rain came down in buckets,
and I have nowhere to go.
This road will never end,
I can feel that in my bones.
But I will find a friend,
and stop walking these streets alone.
- Title: Friend
- Artist: Gregg505
- Description: took me a few tries to rhyme the damn thing *thinks it came out ok* its not as "flow-ly" as i would like it *shrugs*
- Date: 10/13/2008
- Tags: friend walking street alone
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Comments (5 Comments)
- MoonKnightIV - 02/09/2010
- shes rite poems dont have to ryhme they just sound better when they do 5/5
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- wildflower2828 - 01/02/2009
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u know poems dont have to ryhme right?
4/5 - Report As Spam
- Briaz the Retrophiliac - 10/14/2008
- Well, I luv it and not just 'cause you're my friend...
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- anna-the-spanner - 10/13/2008
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Gorgeous!
Really mesmorising! - Report As Spam
- Awamori - 10/13/2008
- Love it. <3
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