http://slow.writerscafe.org/iknoofacrazydude The original writings of author Abigail Alliah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036076 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem is written for my best friend Kevin, whom I've shared priceless experiences and intimacies with. My poem does not carry a hopelessly romantic feel. The title connects everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iknoofacrazydude/581704/ The millions of starving people who are starving are hungry and want food to eat because they feel hunger and starve for food. Feel bad for them. Give them French fries not please. Aren't you hungry now? Too bad, you don't desrve food. No, you don't. Because there are millions of starving people who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iknoofacrazydude/498511/ A girl is fond of, perhaps in love with, a gentleman who's seen more hardships than she could ever know. 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