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Games (Free verse) by BrandonW

I've said the games you play Well they are getting old And the once warm feelings They have long been cold But you get out your jacket And your playing clothes What goes on inside your mind No one really knows If there is a solution To the problems that we face Then why is it that the problem Is the only thing I taste What held us together Is ripping us apart And slowly tearing from my chest The game you called my heart

ALChemy 29-Nov-05/3:35 AM
See I thought it was just 'cause he was Irish, or is it Scottish. Ahh hell, what's the difference.




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