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Array ( [sid] => 134362 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Friend [time] => 2007-05-15 01:13:01 [hometext] => inspired by greg laswell [bodytext] => What’d she say to you?
What’d you think?
Did she really think you’d sink below the ice she formed on the lake we saw that frozen afternoon?
We’ll skate above it,
Give me your hand.
Nothing will make you more or less of a man.
Do an eight with me,
While we’re skating free,
Before the dinner call.
Feel so small,
Beneath the stars…
It’s time to go.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 270 [topic] => 63 [informant] => shinji_kusa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
Friend

Contributed by shinji_kusa on Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 01:13:01 AM in AEST
Topic: hbadday



What’d she say to you?
What’d you think?
Did she really think you’d sink below the ice she formed on the lake we saw that frozen afternoon?
We’ll skate above it,
Give me your hand.
Nothing will make you more or less of a man.
Do an eight with me,
While we’re skating free,
Before the dinner call.
Feel so small,
Beneath the stars…
It’s time to go.




Copyright © shinji_kusa ... [ 2007-05-15 01:13:01]
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Re: Friend (User Rating: 1 )
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
consue


Re: Friend (User Rating: 1 )
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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