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I rember when we used to live In a filthy little apartment I had no money to my name Just a box fan and a microwave I was so poor back then... What else is new? I lived from day to day Worked my hands to the bone Just for some food and water I rember you said As we sat on our bed Looking at the color Of peeling walls "Kiss me til' I'm tired" We were poor as could be you and me Not a penny, nickel, quarter But we had a piano and an old guiar sitting in the corner We  played love songs late into night Laughing at our lyrics Our little bed Was big enough To sleep each night together The neighbors would come knocking YET We loved We loved And swore and swore We'd never love another Those were the days I must say Although we slept some nights hungry Dirt poor we were in others eyes But rich in love Together
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
A Typical Poem about the Fleeting Joy of Material Things
I rember when we used to live In a filthy little apartment I had no money to my name Just a box fan and a microwave I was so poor back then... What else is new? I lived from day to day Worked my hands to the bone Just for some food and water I rember you said As we sat on our bed Looking at the color Of peeling walls "Kiss me til' I'm tired" We were poor as could be you and me Not a penny, nickel, quarter But we had a piano and an old guiar sitting in the corner We  played love songs late into night Laughing at our lyrics Our little bed Was big enough To sleep each night together The neighbors would come knocking YET We loved We loved And swore and swore We'd never love another Those were the days I must say Although we slept some nights hungry Dirt poor we were in others eyes But rich in love Together
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Equatorial Guinean
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
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