abi Whitaker

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Drinking - Poem by abi Whitaker

Sitting in the back seat
listening to their stories
and i look over at you
and you look at me too
we both know that
someday we'll be boring people
with our stories
they'll be snoring
but we won't think its boring
and we'll smile at each other
and wink
and to me your like a brother
i always know what your thinking
and i'll help you stumble home
when you've been out drinking.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 30, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011


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