Posted: 2005-10-07 15:51:07 UTC
"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.


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2005-10-08 09:31:36so_close_but_yetso_far
You wont ever really understand this poem... Its kind of a personal issue.

2007-03-20 22:20:47Angel of Music
Great job! I really like the way this poem is written!