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Sonnet № 159628

Best friends

Member since 2005 · Posted 14 Nov 2010 · 3 comments

She lost her doll and then began to weep Searched high and low but was not to be found With eager eyes he let her have his jeep To play with it and roll it on the ground. She wiped her tears, surprised and looked at him. What would she do had he not saved her day? He beamed at her with pride and widest grin Together now they both began to play. She soon forgot the reason she was sad Nor he think of this jeep as being just his They played their games, had fun and were so glad To spend time as two happy little kids. Through hurt and laughter, we see in the end None can compare to having a best friend.

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[8] Dovina 16-Nov-10/10:14 AM Reply
Sounds like the mother of a good son or the memory of a child with a good brother
[n/a] amanda_dcosta › Dovina 26-Nov-10/11:04 AM Reply
Yeah, something like that Dovina. Experiences do have a way of reflecting itself in what we write. Thanks for the vote.
[8] nypoet22 13-Feb-11/12:27 AM Reply
i have technical issues with this, but i can't even bring myself to voice them. it's just really sweet.