All the Days, by Austin Hoehn
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To all the days
we would stay out,
playing the weekend sun away.
From dusk till the day was done.
To all the walks home after school,
talking about what we thought was kool.
To all the times we did homwork.
To all the years we grew up together,
I wished they never would end...
But we grew up.
you turned to bad ways,
vandalisum,
and smoking the days, life away.
I turned and finished school
and went on to working.
I still think about thoes good all days,
just to bad they had to go away. |
Posted: 2005-10-08 04:01:17 UTC |
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