Best Friend

April 22, 2009
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Was it pre-school
Or kindergarten
When we ran through
The sprinklers naked?

We begged our moms
To drive us to Plaster Playworks
Where we painted unicorns
And glued the plastic
Eyes on their faces.

Then at night
In a small voice,
I would ask you
To tell the same story
Until I fell asleep.

Will you still tell the same story?
I know you’re busy.
Maybe we can both fall asleep;
We’re not too old.

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