Thursday, July 28, 2011

Friend, dear my old..you made life better, you never call..Aim, aim to my soul, my first but to finish was my goal, Say, hey your different from all, but you hurt me you left me to fall..
Red and Rubies, beautiful and gold, I search for my treasure in the chest you hold, Allies the bumpiest roads, my path is short, scarier than all, Gee..your hard to bold, my shame is powered over long time, so short, Mazes, Zebras, and Hawling wolves, you are the people who make life so cold..

Esra Chebli

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