Friends
Friends
Friends
They slam my fingers in their car doors they hit me everyplace that hurts when
eye have a sunburn and when eye have a sore a scab is soon long gone from
punches from my friends they love to hit the face and other places hurt when my
friends get mad at me or when they simply want to act so tough and have some
fun what good is enemy to me when friends are one.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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