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Abdulla Bastaki Poem
What is cool?
Is it wearing a cool cap?
Is it wearing chains and hang out with girls?
Or is it to hit people pushing them around and laughing at them?
Seriously, what is cool?
Copyright © Abdulla Bastaki | Year Posted 2005
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Abdulla Bastaki Poem
I started to get cold
Images of her still haunt me
This is getting old
I got to learn to let it be
What I used to recollect has begun to get lost
Memories I regained started to escape me
Her friendship is what I dearly hold
Even if it has been forgotten by her easily
Forget it, mean to you she had been
But I don't care, her friendship is expensive and I'll pay it willingly
Copyright © Abdulla Bastaki | Year Posted 2014
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