Friend

Mon, 08/12/2013 - 11:47 -- Inarke

I once had a friend

She liked to play house

She liked the color red

 

I gave her a present

When she had to go

 

I drew a picture

Drawn in crayon

It was her favorite color

 

But she still cried

She wouldn't stop

 

Sometimes I wonder where she is now

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