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by zac Jul 11, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
When we were young life was so fun we stayed out late doing what we knew our parents would hate. you played a trumpet I marched. when we graduated life got so complicated, i went to the military you went to a university. you still played, I still marched, just not to yours.
by Elizabeth Jane
An enjoyable poem. Keep it up! I liked it.