April 19, 2011

My Friend


Get out of my life
when you hard with me
and ran
as strong as your legs ...

but you're still my best friend
like the first time you
cry and laugh
when the poems that we recite

although there is tyranny
the dead and
there is a feeling that
should die

but you're still my best friend
yesterday, today and
until next time
you hate me friend ....

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