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Poem For A Childhood Friend

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I can't remember when we met,
neither the first words you said.
Know it's been earlier than you ever guessed.
Told you, you were wrong,
found that I wasn't right.
But time changed things over night.

You said “'til our shovels see ground”.
A gray piece of concrete was what we finally found.

I remember this one day in grade two in Maths,
thought I was talented,
but you finished the task earlier than I did.

You had a great sandpit,
me not.
I was always jealous,
you always forgot.

Pickin' flowers,
playin' knight
Oh, what a beautiful time.

I need to confess that I miss you so bad.

Well,
what was once the same in your hearts,
was what time finally used
to tear our friendship apart.



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