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The Year 2013
It was just a year ago when we said hello,
Not knowing whether you would be friend or foe.
You passed by so quickly with every day,
We were so foolish and thought you might stay.
When you became November we started to worry,
It didn't matter, it just made you hurry.
So now our time together is over and done,
It doesn't matter if it was a good or bad run.
I wonder where you'll go when you walk out the door,
Is there another like you, we don't know what's in store.
When I say good-bye, it will make me cry.
But you did what you should, the best that you could.
You arrived, you thrived, you defied, you died.
What a nice poem!! I enjoyed
What a nice poem!! I enjoyed it.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "