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GAMBLED BABIES MILK MONEY
Contributed by
poewhit
on
Wednesday, 27th September 2006 @ 06:35:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Here I sit on a bench.
Lost all to a called friend.
Intoxicated again.
Babies money-down the drain.
College gone,lost the farm.
Needle in my forearm,
Next trip to suicide path right.
Its all gone,the glitter lights lure.
No shoes,lost the blue suede.
Again the feel of the cold bench.
Church is where I belong.
GOD, will right the wrong.
I must pray and have faith.
Stoic armor soul, to recapture.
PRAY AND GAIN FAITH.
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poewhit
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2006-09-27 06:35:17]
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Re: GAMBLED BABIES MILK MONEY
(User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on
Wednesday, 27th September 2006 @ 10:09:00 PM AEST
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Great writing but my heart is my temple. To each his/her own path.
I like the way u exspress yourself in words.
keep up the good work.
huggs, mucho prayer,
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