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by Jordan Cross Feb 6, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Rumors are so stupid, they get us drama. it's all a load of spit, like what you get from a lama. i hate the rumors, they get us in a fight. we yell and we scream, and end up crying at night. my eyes are red, and tires me out. i feel like crap, and i bring a big pout. we shouldn't listen to rumors, and be the bigger kid. confront the problem, and don't be timid. if they don't forgive you, you always the bigger man. don't care what they say, cause they're not in your plan.