Inside us all is the truth...can others ever really see it?
When I think I know
What someone's about
It's then that they throw me
And I want to shout
"Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you, today?"
But I don't do that
And I'm left
With nothing to say
So I ask,"How are you?"
Knowing they aren't
Going to be true
And reveal that piece
That is exclusively
Me and you...
BOO HOO......
SO BLUE......
OH PHOO......
What's a gal to do?
Can't even sue.....
Bubblegum on the shoe
Stuck to the sidewalk like glue.
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Reviews of "Figure it out..."
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2003
Adorable poem
Peg
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2003
Some days I just don't want to know...[smiles] Cute poem.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2003
Hi Lynn, to bad about the shoe
I don't try to figure out anyone
anymore. Hope all is well with
you. Haven't seen the book yet.
Must be coming Pony Express..........cuzzz
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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Peg
I don't try to figure out anyone
anymore. Hope all is well with
you. Haven't seen the book yet.
Must be coming Pony Express..........cuzzz