A Homeless Blog

411 Summerhill

Friday, the twenty-ninth day of July
Is the day that we depart.
We might not see each other again,
but I will always keep you in my heart.

So many joy, laughter, good times, and bad times
They all happened here.
Such a memorable place,
And memorable years.

Remember when we had parties,
We did so many things.
We barbeque, cook, and drink
We also played the game called Kings.

O now it's time I must move on,
but I'll always remember still.
Spent a good chunk of my life in a place,
A place called 411 Summerhill.

posted by Bikku @ 1:15 PM