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Precious Memories
by Rach Boyer
My friend was one of a kind,
But the day he died
Was the day I lost my mind.
Even though my mind was lost,
I had many things to remember.
Before this dreadful day in December,
Everything had been great
And now it's all taken away.
But I knew I would see him in a wonderful place.
I couldn't wait to see
His bright shiny face.
And that is all I have to say,
Because nothing is very clear,
Except for one thing I will keep in my heart
And that is
The memory of him,
Right from the start.
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