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The Girl Who Was Never Lost
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Books aligned the cupboard racks--
It was no fancy place;
Tables, chairs(maybe backpacks--
Of students--in this case)
Lay about this little room at the school
Where i met her first.
Here, a flimsy argument,
Rose over something she had:
Made me think, '' she's a nut-case
Or maybe lost it just a tad''
Now that would've been the end all
But we were to meet again--
In college we shared a section--
The knowing her began:
Talks developed in the science lab
And computer class;
I'd discovered an introvert--
A fascinating lass...
Soon enough we were friends,
A trust built up sublime;
Close pals we had grown
By passage of this time:
A girl who was a silent lamb,
All wary with her word,
Stubborn, crazy, and brainy,
With me was a chirpy bird...
Not to mention, her silence
And prudence of everyday
Gave her the power to have her wish--
(With me)she always had her way...
Thrills were great, joyous moments
Were ever by our side,
But reality has in it's store
Things set to decide...
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II
The end of lovely college days,
Makes the rest a history...
I only hope like our last depart,
There hides another mystery,
For i don't feel this'd be the end-all
But i would meet again--
Like college where we shared a past,
Where everything began--
To share a verbal escapade
Once more with the 'silent girl'.
I hope to meet again this friend
For a new tale to unfurl....
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