Sep 25, 2009

its back the picture of me with my hat on


knackered and puzzled why don`t we get the same group of youths at one event
next event hard core are there but struggle to get continuation
just played pool all around males soccer and pogues singing drinking songs
l don't like this culture
feel outta place and can not connect with the adult group
wish we had some place for youths to establish own identity

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"