That Saturday night I will always remember
It was Saturday night pouring rain.
Can’t see anything through the rain, going to the party.
Oh man, its cold!
Thanks, you always know what to do.
Why can’t I have someone like you, there all the time?
You always know what to do.
That Saturday night was better than the whole day!
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| That Saturday night I will always remember | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| I don’t get what I want | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| You stole everything from me | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
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