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about a boy

Contributed by Apartment213 on Monday, 5th May 2003 @ 01:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



when i grew up and died had a wonderful life
i lived alone and was never touched
spent every evening walking a dusty road
in my early teens school seemed a hell i would never kill
once in war i pulled the trigger and killed my pal
on my death bed i believed in god so i wouldnt cry
now in death im alive

yes i always thought out loud and never held a grudge
science seemed far fetched and church was for button down folks who forgot to smile
in mid life i bought a house with a fence
discovered rock 'n roll and fell in love
my wife died at 47, held up for money
i gathered myself and smiled again

no one ever said to me
no one ever said come and gimme a kiss
i never had a million dollars and never laughed at movies
i played in the rain and was crazy cos i never wore a tie
so now in death im gonna say
im gonna say let it be





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Re: about a boy (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 5th May 2003 @ 02:23:39 PM AEST
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Very emotional very sad I liked this Ken. don't know what drove you to write this, but sometimes those are the best eh?

Bobo (Joel)


Re: about a boy (User Rating: 1 )
by AngryPrincess on Monday, 5th May 2003 @ 02:34:41 PM AEST
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kenny this one is just so clever, so well thought out....you really outdid yourself this time and like Joel said who knows where it came from (you dont even know) its one of your best! i love you

Lindsey


Re: about a boy (User Rating: 1 )
by SomethingClever on Tuesday, 6th May 2003 @ 02:57:23 AM AEST
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Alright... this one threw me offguard. Doesn't sound like the Kenny I know... Wild Kenny...
*place usual ass kissing comments here*


Re: about a boy (User Rating: 1 )
by DOCTERKRISITN on Wednesday, 7th May 2003 @ 10:33:47 PM AEST
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kenny you are a god.




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