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Victoria Jones

Poetry By: Staplink

About a dear old friend named Victoria

Submitted:Oct 12, 2011    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I've burned many bridges

And I wear many stitches.

Not many old friends stuck around

When it looked like I was about to drown.

You however defied that unfortunate chronicle

I come to you with my problems and your answers are so pragmatical.

Your words are very useful

Without you, more than I am, I'd be a complete fool.

I've known you since seventh grade

Yeah you were and still are quite the goof raid.

Even though you're younger than me

This man is now a better person I see.

From all the dikes, dirtbags,

Jerks, jackasses, and fags,

You're a real friend which is hard to come by

So I hope we know each other until we die.


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