Me Poem by trazerick robinson

Me



WHEN I FIRST MEET ME I WAS CRAZY.
THEN ME ASK ME WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME.
WHEN YOU HERE ME DON'T RUN FROM ME.

ME IS A SOUL THAT ME NEED TO LIVE FROM.
I ASK THE LORD WHAT ME HAD IN SIDE HE SAID A LITTLE COUNTRY.

Friday, December 14, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy
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