Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
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