3AM on White Birch Lane

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By Christina Lousie •

She steps out to relax Carring a broken heart and a Newport 14 is much to young for all this rage and yet here she is 3AM all alone on that empty street Here in this small town She thinks about the future Gonna be someone someday In a world of tears Shes all alone She longs for somthing bigger The 3AM on White Birch Lane

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September 3, 2006 03:44A Lonely Song

i love it. i love all your poetry so much. especially since i can so easily relate to it. great job.