|A lass Called Alice, by so_close_but_yetso_far so_close_but_yetso_far">|
"Alice," A lass called Alice, Yep, Thats what u said. I asked, If you knew who it was, And yep, Shes a lass called Alice, "She's 18," Is Alice, Hes only 15, "Alice. Shes a lass named Alice. Shes 18." You said. That glint in your eye, And my forced smile, Met, At that moment, there, As I ran home and sobbed, You were phoning ALICE! "Alice," A lass named Alice, 18. Probably hot. And here is me. Trundling along, Unalice like.
|Posted: 2005-10-07 15:51:07 UTC|
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|2007-03-20 22:20:47||Angel of Music|
|Great job! I really like the way this poem is written!|