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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, November 28, 2011

When We Were Wild

Memories of Youth by AlGrega
When we were wild
we owned the world
 we laughed too loud
we knew it all
hung with our crowd
When we were wild
we smoked some pot
we drank too much
and all we saw
was ours to touch
When we were wild
we broke the rules
we could not bend
we vowed our love
betrayed our friends
When we were wild
we grew apart
then we grew mild
so long ago
when we were wild.