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Late night escapades with Mick at the Essex House.
football footy soccer sport beutiful game sons son suns sun poem 1st improved by his dad 2nd time round hope u you like the colaberation jasons blessings kyles bless hope you u like please leave comment for me and above all my sun son kyle jason alfie bob griffiths snr....bless...xxx..xx.x....
By Jenalie Stanson
Slipknot: Once nine, now eight. What happened to the ninth one and what happens now?
By In Justice777
I have a Story that's very True, and we are trying to reach as many people as much as possible with it. Where a couple struggles, here in the US of A, and their cry for Justice goes unheard, they are crying for help, so that this doesn't happen to anyone else, whether here in the US or Canada or...
By Dr Hikari
I know it says PG But that is because there is weapons. There are no other things in this that I would be PG.
I wrote it when my best friend--a dog by the name of Mick--died of cancer and a tumor crushing his ribs. This is the result of a devestated 13 year old. [3 years ago, wow.]
Poetry | Updated Feb 28, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3