It’s lemonade in a cardboard cup between the legs of a freshly tanned, sunglass wearing, brown eyed girl. It’s a white Jeep, blaring Enrique loud.
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Dedication for Irish Tune: This poem is dedicated solely to my band and band director. It's a crazy journey, and it's a life style that we claim when we call ourselves bandsmen and musicians.
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If I called you crying late one spring night. If I asked you to meet me across the street and take me away. If I asked for honesty and understanding.
If I asked you for a favor. If I asked you to be my best friend.
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Dedication: To everyone who wishes that life could be as simple as a first kiss.
Her embarrassment kept him from the truth, so when he gave her her first kiss, I don't think he knew.
in the middle of the school yard on that sunny school day, the kiss on her lips was not out of place.
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Foreword: When you know that it's not working anymore, but you think that maybe a poem could save it all.
Let's get off this ride now, baby. The ups and downs... Let's just put them to a stop. The highs and lows are making me sick. We shouldn't settle for a relationship as crazy as this.
Somewhere along the way, you broke your promises, but your kisses make it easy to forget. It was a mistake that I knew I was making; but you thought it was a chance worth taking. Now, in the days after, my hearts not breaking. Because this, this rollercoaster. I'm all to used to it, and I'm not feeling a single thing.
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