Glass (Story of Bonnie)
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She played the drums
but she wanted more
she broke both her thumbs
on the window
but one day
hated all the ways
people walked right past her
so she thought of a plan
to get back on all them
but it turned out so badly
she fell though the glass
now she's hanging at last with Donnie (and Ronnie and Johnny)
--Writers note--
Bonnie, Donnie, Ronnie, and Johnny are the best of there kind
they all stared a band together in Heaven. they are the greatest
band to ever Live (die) and they will never be forgotten.
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