New Friends
I have a brand new friend
He really is quite sweet
We talk almost every day
It really is a treat
He makes me smile
And when it’s late I have to go
He begs me to stay a while
But my mom says “No!”
He makes me laugh and cry
He is silly
My have the days gone by
He is sweet like a jelly-belly
New friends are great
They all make me smile
I know I can’t wait
But I guess I will wait a while…
Copyright © October 2009
Dandy Lion
featherscribe commented on New Friends
11-20-2009
kmooney commented on New Friends
10-30-2009
Marsink commented on New Friends
10-30-2009
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Death From My Fiddle | 2 | 11/20/2009 |
| Three Months to This Day | 3 | 11/16/2009 |
| New Friends | 3 | 10/30/2009 |
| The Sickness of love | 2 | 11/07/2009 |
| The Sickness of love | 14 | 11/11/2009 |
| Playing the Cello | 5 | 10/30/2009 |
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