Sonnet 94

October 16, 2011
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Forget me not when senior year is done Though I leave you behind there is no doubt That you have made this year my greatest one Through great concern when I was down and out And cheering me on to be at my best And your sweet tone of a dozen songbirds
So warm and inviting no second guess
That was and still is worth a thousand words I'm so proud to call you a shining star Thoughtful beautiful and gentle are you
I value and honor you from afar
To you I shall remain loyal and true
Still thinking and dreaming of you each night
How being next to you always felt right

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