Thursday, November 13, 2003A POEM THAT IS HARD TO TITLEA POEM THAT IS HARD TO TITLE My back seems to be retaliating against me For all of the wrong that I have caused I sit alone, cold, and wondering Where did I go wrong? I was such a good kid, back in the day And somewhere I turned sour Could one moment be the reason for all that will be? Would all be... Sign in to see full entry.posted by JustJilly at 1:02 PM Comments (0) (link) |
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