February 15, 2012
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Sad it was when the church bells sung,
In the mourning of that cloudy dark day,
When they was ringing to mourn the young,
As we lowered him down under the hay.
As I stand alone on this small hillside,
to lay flowers on top of my old friend,
As I remember, I broke down and cried,
Of how his life came to a sudden end.
I then Began to recall memories,
Of the courage we would boldly bestow,
During our entire close friendship's history,
and stuck together through every small woe.
I then smiled as I walked towards the dirt road,
For I know that memories are true gold.

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irishlass317 said...
Feb. 21, 2012 at 7:07 pm
oh mi gosh this is sooooo good!!!!!!! I love it!!! your teacher was so right!!! hahahaha....... i love clarinet!! its soo fun to play!! keep writing please!!!! :D <3 (please take a peek and comment on my work too!!) id love to hear you thoughts!!!
thatclarinetgirl12 replied...
Feb. 26, 2012 at 11:51 am

THanks. i love your name, Irish. i will let you know what i think. i hope we can become friends!


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