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Louisa Ritchotte Poem
If friends were yours, they'll always be,
If friends were yours, they would be we,
If friends were yours, why do they stray,
If friends were yours, they'd always stay,
If friends were yours, they'd laugh and cry,
If friends were yours, they'd stay close by,
If friends were yours, you'd have such fun,
If friends were yours, they'd never run,
If friends were yours, like you and me,
For friends like us we'll always be.
Copyright © Louisa Ritchotte | Year Posted 2006
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Louisa Ritchotte Poem
You open up the kitchen door,
Aromas surround you you want more,
Fresh bread bakin some are done,
Can't wait to taste them everyone,
Mom makes the bread most everyday,
She makes them special just her way,
The flour flies, as she kneads,
The special method, of her deeds,
The steam from slicing, is a dream,
I know this much, I could scream,
The bread is ready so am I,
Dark brown bread, butter on rye.
Copyright © Louisa Ritchotte | Year Posted 2006
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