friends
alone i cry
with out them i die
if i had no friends i dont think i could survive
friends
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
heart broken | 4 | 11/05/2008 |
friends | 0 | 11/05/2008 |
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