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Nicole Blake Poem
I'm shedding tears just thinking
Of all the beers she is drinking
There goes one, two, three, now four
She stumbles to the car and opens the door
Im screaming as I watch her go
I hate it when she drinks but I'd never let it show
That night I went to bed not thinking
I'd be waking up to hear she's dead.
Copyright © Nicole Blake | Year Posted 2007
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Nicole Blake Poem
Does being cool mean being known
Does being cool mean fitting in
Does being cool mean acting as if you're not
Because being smart makes you a nerd
If so then anyone can be cool
But only few people can be real.
Copyright © Nicole Blake | Year Posted 2007
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