by Lofty255Cork city, Cork, Ireland
Jul 2013 382 Views 1 comments
Sad.
When I am sad I do not play
I take a walk down to the bay.
I walk along the seas shore waiting for some to call
I look at the cliffs they look burned.
Then I go, go home until I c u again .
I take a walk down to the bay.
I walk along the seas shore waiting for some to call
I look at the cliffs they look burned.
Then I go, go home until I c u again .
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Posted: Jul 2013
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