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 © | Year Posted 2007

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