Friends Poem by vicky liao

Friends



She plays cherry
More then Mary
if she sees a cute guy
she gives them a wink and then says hi
she isn't keen on me
but you know she is a teen
she likes then hates
Sam more than an old man
but you never know
when she'll grow
to see her grades
go low from Mrs.O

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 04 September 2009

Them years are like a bouncing ball.

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