knives and pensA Poem by raymondwritten by mallory and hannah
knives are silver
pens are black i grow a weakness from what i slack i miss life i miss me i miss what i used to be u can do no wrong my money is yours because i miss your it beats chores now its time to end i got places to be and money to spend © 2011 raymond |
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