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Free verse № 78086

To Mourn the Loss of an Old Friend

by GregDeEgg

Member since 2003 · Posted 21 Dec 2003 · 2 comments

I'm sad and I can't smile because she's gone and can't come back. My skill is dead my whim is spent my effort she took with her to wherever she went. In weeks I'll return and find new joy but hers is lost-- spilt when the day turned dark and my head turned away.

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[n/a] tadpole 21-Dec-03/8:47 PM Reply
Eternal rest grant unto her. . .
[10] horus8 21-Dec-03/9:01 PM Reply
good poetry