Spare Change Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Spare Change
Rating: ★5.0
you picked up your guiter,
and sang to me again, the
sound was so sad, i had to
close my eyes, then the door.
BUT i felt your sorrow,
and i felt your pain, and
i saw the lonelyness of
a dear friend, fighting for
spare change.
you picked up your guiter,
and sang...............
Sunday, August 13, 2006
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