Childhood poems

Ian

My dearest Friend

These days just seem to be getting longer

life has slowed down and time has yet to pass

all the memories all the feelings

are in shades of black

known and will forever always be

the best part of me

may you rest

in a world that is still unknown

may you still be my forever home.

Rico

oh what will I do

when I have to look at the sky in search of you

Time is not our friend

Time is come close to an end

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