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kendra

I would love to see her every day,
the little blond hair, blue eyed little girl
I remember how we used to play
I was to her a best friend and she was to me my world.

Now I see her every now and then
and when we play I know I only have a little while
she brightens my day just by seeing her grin
its like she's the only one who truly makes me smile

Sadly, I know one day we won't want to play
but, we'll both grow old together
I would still love to see her everyday
like I wrote in her birthday card, " best friends forever."

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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