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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