June 5, 2011
By Anonymous

What should come by tomorrow,
I shall not know.
Could it be California sun,
or could it be snow?

Could it be the fist real friend
that I will ever have?
Or will it be the the polka-dot dress
with the matching maroon bag?

Could it be a new start,
or someone with the key to my heart?

What should come tomorrow,
I shall not know.
But it seems I shall know,
when out comes tomorrow.

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