January 14, 2009
By Anonymous

You were two and I was three.
It was a friendship that was meant to be.
We ran around like buffoons,
Eating popsicles and watching cartoons.

Years passed by things stayed the same,
We were young, innocent, and had no shame
We had secret hideouts and tree forts in the woods
We loved playing four square, those times were good.

Then came the day when I said, “Goodbye.”
Playtime was over but I did not cry.
Now things are different, our friendship is dry
But I miss you Amanda, I can not lie.

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