kat misko Poems

To play on the field
There's no yield
my friends, my coaches, and me
Wide open space
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Do I need you? ?
One who makes fun of me
Then my friend
To turn on me again
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No matter how far apart
You will always be in my heart
Whenever I think of your name
A smile is planted on my face
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Are you my friend? ?
Will i have you 'til the end? ?
That's a question we all ask
But never know
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Here we are
'Round and about
In and out
To the mall
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