My 11 year old daughter wrote a poem and put it on my bed, here it is
"The Table"
I sit with my friends during lunch but 5 get up and leave the bunch
They sit at a table in a diffrent grade, no one notices, they all look the same
we sit and enjoy lunch and time goes bye, slowly some more go and no left are only 9
Slowly they leave, and 2 are left,Me and my best friend Beth
Then it happens, she leaves me now, now its the table, me and my head hanging down
I knew it would happen I knew all along, but down in my heart, I hoped my life wouldent sing this song
I look at my friends and think of the past, the mud baking days that seemed they would forever last.
Now they are gone and so are my friends, So I wait here till my endless lunch, finnally,comes to an end
2006-09-05
11:40:14
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