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  • sharnarosebevan
    • Mar 3
    • 1 min read

Friends

Updated: Mar 23

3rd March

We went from playing with toys,

To giggling about boys.

From crazy imagined playground games,

To drunken midnight shames.

Once our little bodies giving big hugs,

then older bodies on the dance floor sharing those mind expanding green drugs.

In bars we dissed our disappointing grown up jobs,

Then when babies came, from lack of sleep how we sobbed!

Over the years we have gossiped and bitched,

we have crafted and stitched.

Now we creak and groan,

We also angrily the world bemoan.

Mostly we talk about our digestive tracts

About the passing of our faeces, the material facts.

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