My+Tale+of+Old+Black+Jeans-Beyla

by: Beyla || || A cut in a leg, A never ending nightmare, Never going to wear them again.
 * = My Tale of My Old Black Jeans
 * = A sharp spear,

Started the biggest Roller Coaster ride, Middle school, What an atrocious thought.

Purchased some jeans, Gave them a try, What do ya know? Didn’t feel like a squished fly.

Got used to it, Like a beating drum that lasts forever. And now deeply in love With a pair of black, soft, cool pair of jeans. ||

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