Poem #4
Poem #4
A loss is a death
It cannot be taken back
The brother of Seth
is no better than Shaq
To whom have suffered with me
There is a second chance
The memories will always be
The warriors have no fans
Next year, Next year Next year,
The Warriors will have the death
They will lose to the deer
They will lose their breath
(BTW if you dont under stand line three in stanza three, the deer is the bucks(couldn't think of a rhyme))
Lyric of the Post:Yeah, sometimes I need someone to pick me up
Overdose my mind with the things I loveYou can take me there, where my heart beats
Where my heart beats free
feel good-daya
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