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Memories of Friendship
you feel homesick, so do I
let's torture sleeping beauty
who knows what may come of it
but this is much too fun
on weekends spent together
I'll wake you with Dr. Suess
and get my own cereal
on every weekday morning
I'll show up on your front lawn
and smile at your morning face
and then every afternoon
I'll lean over your bus seat
and we'll talk of everything
or if it so please you
we can talk of nothing too
so long as we can deflect
the flying water bottles
and we can paddle around
in a big, bright-blue, foam boat
on a deep, ice-cold lake
and if the eels start biting
penguin power will save us
and in the dead of summer
I'll brave my broken old bike
and sit atop the bleachers
where I can just see your house
to wait for you to come out
we'll try so hard to study
dogfish sharks, philosophy,
and human geography
but either laugh it all off
or pick a fight to the death
we will eat chocolate fondue
several times we'll get new pets
we'll trek each year to renfest
beware of chupacabras
but sometime we must grow up
candyland will become strange
and I'll learn how to card-count
all our innocence turns 'round
we will watch each other's pain
and we'll break each other's falls
worst of all in passing time
you'll leave my city dearest
for a bleak suburban hell
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Comments
AuroranWolf Says:
:( Don't worry, Kiki. I miss her too.
This is a great poem. Fits you guys both very well.
TazzFruit Says:
x) God girl, this is soooo beautiful!
I love you on so many levels, and this is soooo fitting!
Bleak suburban hell...
:) Where people eat and pray.