Monday,April 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Another from my head.

These kids,
the kids with no parents,
they live by the tracks and fend for themselves.

Undisturbed,they formed a society,
that of a carnival nature,
with games,booze,and grime they lived the lives of kings.

Trips to the beach gave proof to their adolescents,
Every night bon fires were lit and the dancing started,
not a care in the world for these kids,
the kids with no parents.

They always had nights full of stars and cups full of whiskey,
The coolest it got consisted of a perfect breeze,
the sand was always warm.

The boys loved their girls,
the girls loved the water,
walking the beach at night they held hands till dawn.

With no rules,
no worries,
these kids lived wild,
the kids with out parents.


Submitted: April 03, 2012

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