Piece of verse inspired by reading a Beatles biography…

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When we’re together

We’re high.

.

We fly over mountains

and foothills

and valleys

below.

.

Way down low.

So low,

we don’t go.

.

Good times

are great times

until good times go bad.

.

And good friends

are best friends

’til they’re driving you mad.

.

I hate

your stupid songs.

.

I hate

your stupid songs.

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  • Ruby Hawk on Sep 18, 2009

    bad times can come between the best of friends.

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