Not only poems are here inside,
Memories also here abide,
Memories and thoughts (oh so deep),
I must awake and cannot sleep,
Inside this book our dreams do lie,
Standing still as time goes by,
These poems may not be very good,
But don't let them be misunderstood.
These poems they did share our mood,
When we did laugh or when we brood,
These lines of words are who we are,
They're what we wished upon a star,
Maybe childish this writing seems,
but it holds our deepest fears and dreams,
So please do this on our behalf,
Read this book and cry and laugh.
(This was written on 3/4/94 as a addendum to a book of poetry myself, Michelle Hunter and Holly Potter wrote and passed to each other)
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