Tue, 05/19/2015 - 21:15 -- AmirK2O

At the edge of my bed,

A close friend creeps,

His gibbers and gabbers fill my head,

The way he speaks is quite bleak,

I'd not mind it if he wasn't two years dead.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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