Poems from ashleyholman12345

cant wait for the season cant wait for the fans cant wait to get pumped with help of the bands   watching the fotball sail threw the air...
Every time she needs a hand there is noone there she begins to wonder why she should even care She tries to talk to those around but they...
some are good                                                                                                                            ...
sitting around a decked out tree the memories decide to ambush me memories both good and bad from times long ago most of which i"d rather...
i am wild i was born to be free and nothing you do can ever change me i wasnt born in this cage my life wasnt always the paying mans stage...

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