When I look back towards the days we left,
Those were the best days we lived.
I still do miss, A thousand tits,
And the fun we made by calling each other kids.
We never had the time, to think of the dime.
We were busy making our own crimes.
Writing a story, a precious glory,
One of the most precious rhymes.
Loves and laughs, that we shared with one another,
These were the moments I'll always remember.
Silly fights, sometimes for might and maybe on height,
A little bizzare but still the funniest sites,
Are with you inevitable guys...
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Scribbled Words
PoetryA thought appears in your mind and you pen it down. Every time you scribble a word, it describes a story of it's own... Such scribbled words together in your mind, sometimes make a whole rhyme! Hit that read button if you wanna check some of my sc...
