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Friend
Contributed by
shinji_kusa
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Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 01:13:01 AM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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Whatd she say to you?
Whatd you think?
Did she really think youd sink below the ice she formed on the lake we saw that frozen afternoon?
Well skate above it,
Give me your hand.
Nothing will make you more or less of a man.
Do an eight with me,
While were skating free,
Before the dinner call.
Feel so small,
Beneath the stars
Its time to go.
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2007-05-15 01:13:01]
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Re: Friend
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by lovingcritters on
Thursday, 17th June 2010 @ 02:07:40 PM AEST
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Great Musician, and now I understand. Do an eight with me......Give me a hand....It's time to go.
Well written, well said.
Keep up the good rhymes!
Warm love
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Re: Friend
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by sidneyconrad23 on
Wednesday, 10th November 2010 @ 03:12:03 PM AEST
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| Nice job keep using that gift you have wish I could write like you do keep writing. |
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