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Post by England on Nov 5, 2009 4:41:46 GMT -5
Piece of Glass When I first found you, I never thought you will break me. When you grow up, bigger and bigger. 'Till you are taller than me. Then you change, Slowly but sure... 'Till I think you are a stranger... Then it come. You want me to be gone... From your life... You don't know how much it hurt me... And I don't know how much it hurt you either... That's why, you never know I broke to pieces... I know... Only you able to piece me back... But... You only have one chance... Since I don't know if I'll be able to withstand it again...
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Post by Romano on Nov 5, 2009 5:17:09 GMT -5
Iggy, the poem's quite good. It really reflects Iggy and America's relation. I spotted some errors, but I shall not say anything as my English is not better.
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Post by England on Nov 5, 2009 5:37:31 GMT -5
Thank you so much, Romano! I really appreciate it!
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