Old Friend
You had glasses and a chubby face like mine
Blond hair and a silly laugh. We walked together
We liked to swing on the playground and make up stories
We sat together on the bus and you would mess up my hair.
I did not like that, still don't
Though I wonder where you are these days
If you remember me and if we have any thing in common now
Probably not, life seems to go that way...
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