Hardcore
I clearly make a random word
And always make it loudly heard
I hate it when it's there point blank ahead
I try and rhyme it in my head
I think a lot i think so hard
Till my words are on to card
Paper, walls i'm not sure
I just know i'm true hardcore!
Copyright © Kim Hasler | Year Posted 2006
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