Precious times

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Nothing much. Based on my friendship.

Submitted: May 13, 2008

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Submitted: May 13, 2008

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I remember
The first time we met
We were little and innocent
Become friends was not hard
 
I remember
The jokes we shared
Under the shady tree at school
We call it our port back then
 
I remember
Our fight out of jealousy
We stopped speaking to one another
And tears never stop flowing
 
I remember
Our sincere apologizes
We buried the hatchet together
And we learnt our lessons
 
I remember
All the joy and pain
Some of them we had decided to forget
And the rest we cherished till forever
 
 


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