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Cold November

by Frank Lee

It was a cold November
me, I was on my own,
It was a cold November,
me, I had no home.

I used to sleep
on the closest couch.
I used to sleep
on the closest couch.

It was a cold November,
me, I dream t out loud,
it was a cold November,
I was too proud.

I used to sleep
on the closest couch...

I used to sleep
on the closest couch.

It was a cold November,
and, me, I had no home.
It was cold November,
and, me I was alone.

I used to weep,
for everyone to hear,
I used to creep,
for everyone to sneer.

It was a cold November,
me, I was on my own.
It was a cold November,
me, I had no home.

I used to sleep
(he used to sleep)

On the closest couch.

I was talking to Miranda
she didnt understand
I was begging Miranda
she wanted to understand.

It was a cold November,
me, I was on my own.

It was a cold November,
me, I had no home.

I used to sleep
(he used to sleep)
on the closest couch
I used to sleep
(he used to sleep)
on the closest couch.

It was a cold November,
me, I was on my own.
It was a cold November,
me, I had no home.

05/08/2008

Author's Note: drunk sing a long...crowd loves it.

Posted on 05/08/2008
Copyright © 2024 Frank Lee

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 05/11/08 at 02:00 AM

Another round on the RCat! One more time!...

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