Andrew woods

Rookie (11-11-1990_ future / califonia)

Not A Game - Poem by Andrew woods

you think it's all a game but
i'm am the one to blame for this
problem that I caused everyone
I feal liked my life is paused
any body have a knife so
I can end this game of cofusion
because of my carlesness i am not liked around here
I am being huted by a bloodhound at the fairground.
the bloodhound found me

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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