Why can't a day go by,
That I think,
Will Be Fine,
Then I notice,
That life is,
Anything But,
A nice sip of wine,
and so i think,
to my self,
why is my life,
like a swinging vine.
Today is a Day,
That I wouldn't,
Call Gay, Mostly
Because today is
Like any other Day,
Like every night,
I live through a
constant yelling fight,
When the sun that is
down is now the
moons light
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here is where ill place poems i'v writen , dont judge me, BTW im a Blonde and im called BLondie aka Arielle =P i love to talk to everyone so leave me messages.. i love when people talk to me and im sure i can get to love you too.. haha who knows =D
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yeah thats me in that pic . GAW ! im ugly, ha btw i love reandom Pm's =P
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