POETRYIZME

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Sittin by the creek...skippin rocks n choosin not 2 speak...hop scotch by the lake until one more move we could not make...chasin doen the coons till we saw we had moon... star gazin and talkin about how the universe is amazin....
racin home tryin not 2 sleep.... sitting up chatter boxin on the phone...until we both fell into sandman's zone....and soon awaken by the dial tone...
like kids in a candy store...we awake eagerly to start our day once more...not realizing one day we would both grow... and our own lives takes on lives of its own...and here I am missin my friend...holdin the shadow of where she no longer stands....