Imagine two girls
sitting next to you,
caught up in their own conversation.
Then you hear
Nicole talking about
"Flying poop sausages!"
I thought I heard wrong,
but I still laughed a bit...
okay, that's a lie-
I laughed hard!
I laughed so hard,
I choked on my breath,
punching the table,
laughing too hard to even hear them
trying to calm me down.
This all led to the fateful day
I met Cecilia and her chapstick.
I never thought after all that
were you ever gonna impact
my best friend's life
so oddly.
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Love, Loss, and Life
Poetrya collection of poems about my sixth grade year. no identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Love. Loss. Life. These are the three things that have been thrown at me...
