I'm on a forum that could be getting closed down if enough people don't join, it's for writers.

http://www.inkyorchard.proboards.com/index.cgi

I write a lot of poetry, and this one is about a particular boy I liked only for his looks. I knew almost from the start that he was  a bit of a 'bad kid'. He does drugs and alcohol now.

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I thought that the flowers may bow when you passed,

And the wind  reduced to a cool breeze in the sun;

The flowers are dead, only now…