"The Story Part III"
The way she talked to me
It seemed kind of strange
Like the way we used to, or kind of the same
but I can't complain
because I get exited after just hearing her name
I wish she would just stop playing this game
I don't know if I can handle anymore surprises
and I'm getting tired of talking long range
To Be Continued...
This poem was written by Tony Breese on Feb 29, 2008.
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