Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry

Would You Like To Make Friends?

Remembering childhood memories

It was during my time at Birch Lane
when I saw her standing there,
sad and alone.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nobody wants to be my friend,” she said.
“I’m sure they do. Just ask them.”
I watched her shrug and approach two girls,
girls that would tease me and give me dirty looks.
I decided to enjoy the outdoors since it was recess.
I circled back but stopped…



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