F R I E N
D. . . .?
My friend i hate to do
this, but our
friendship just can't last .
The time we shared together
have faded to the past .
I told you this would
happen .
Our friendship was bound to an end ,
Although i know you care ...
i don't consider you a friend .
Please don't try to argue
..
but try to understand ,
That time can change two people ,
As the tide can change the sand .
Our friendship has been
lovely ..
but you see it has to end ,
For i look at you in a different way ....
I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH YOU MY FRIEND !
BY kATRINA SUE KEYSER
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The Deserted Desert
by Erika Mae T. Claveria
Wandering through the
desert dry
Where no bird would dare to fly ,
Silent as the moon at night ,
Still , as if t'were dead or died,
Creatures , flowers are rarely seen ,
'Cause of the sun's great hot beam
Beaming with all its might ,
Beaming with , great hot light ,
Only animals dry as desert land ,
Dare stick their head out of the sand ,
even though the land is
scarce
Scarce of water ,plant & rain ,
Prickly cactus will grow again ,
Thick or thin , tall or short ,
No one cares of what sort ,
Abundant with its water & food ,
this prickly plant does alot of good ,
But no human form could ever survive ,
One year or two ,
in a DESERTED DESERT LAND .
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