Meet you behind the bike-shed.

In My Life...

12:49 AM, Saturday, August 2, 2008 .. 3 comments .. Link

And I remember your smile that could light up the aisle

And you stood outside at the corner with a smile

And we sparked on the board, and I called you ‘Xa’

And we talked for seven hours one day in a bar

And we texted every day while you holidayed in France

And I sent you a message that said dance, dance, dance

And I burned you CDs of all my favourite bands

And I was always here with my heart in my hands

Now the streets are unkind, and I sit here alone

But the memories are strong and your faces live on…
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Cool poem PS

11:58 PM, Sunday, August 3, 2008 .. Posted by harrygilwood
is there a typo towards the end? - her or here?

Like the contrast, clever.

Eh?

9:04 PM, Monday, August 4, 2008 .. Posted by ps
Ha - you're right! Well it was lite at might. Thinks! :-)

Edited by ps on Monday, August 4, 2008 at 9:11 PM

I like that

12:45 AM, Tuesday, August 26, 2008 .. Posted by AB22
I've just got on here for the first time in ages and I like that.

A lot

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Meet you behind the bike-shed.

In My Life...

Cool poem PS

Eh?

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