Under The Bridge
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Frankie Costa, Grade Gr
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Poetry
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2010
Under the bridge where the sun don't shine.
Under the bridge for the very first time.
Where you cried yourself to sleep.
No one to love, No one to hold, all because you didn't do exactly what was told.
If you had your own way you'll be gone. But it was that bridge that you uphold, In you memory where thoughts will never be found.