

friends with everyoneShe walks in, looks around smiles, nods a greeting to someone by the door. A boy calls out, waves her down "hey hows the week been?" "ok. And yours?" He's off. Telling her all the things hes seen. Explaining this and that, waving his hands. She doesnt know who, what, where, when but smiles and looks as though she understandsfriends with everyone
She talks to others, it's the same old whirl. They have something she does not. "can i change it, i wonder?" thinks the girl
"oh well" she says out loud, "it shouldn't matter in the long run" friends with everyone good friends with


the linesi have two they have one sometimes strong sometimes undonethe lines
in the end one of mine will fade, one will stay true one will fall apart one will pull through
i know the one i want the one i enjoy the promise, the hope the one with the joy
but sometimes i think its all too tough ill follow the easy one i've had enough
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D E V I O U S - G I R L S - D O T - C O M
Also, thanks for the watch!
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
Your first poem was tops, keep it up.
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Sometimes when you feel up
are you scared of the height?
Lights are too bright?
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