Well.. Mom... Mom... Poem by Gentle Drew
Well.. Mom... Mom...
I feel like in a prisoner
Oh mom.... it's all because of you
You asked me to be a thief
You never think twice
But it's only because your jealousy thought
But father and her only a friend
Now because your fault i am in jail
How could you...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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5/11/2024 8:37:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I feel like this poem was intended for me, From my son Drew now gone, taken from us at the hands of another.