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Poetry: Special Days
Hand in hand we will be friends
by HuggyHunnay

Close by the door he paused to stand,
as he took the class ring off her hand.
All who were watching didn't dare speak
as a silent tear ran down his cheek.
All through his mind, memories ran
of the times they laughed and walked hand in hand.
But now her eyes looked very cold;
he'd never have her again, never to hold.

All were silent as he bent down near
to whisper "I love you" in her ear.
In touching her face he started to cry;
he put on his class ring and wanted to die.

And just as the wind began to blow,
they lowered her casket into the snow.
This is what happens to those alive,
when friends let friends drink and drive.

 
 
 
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