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I’m hooked on books
I like to write poems
That flow like rainbows
In the drifts
Riffs in my mind’s eye
Weaving truths with every lie
Until the day I die
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I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
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Awesome poem! I kind of love just having the date as title, really lets us in on your thoughts in the here and now.
Sounds like a plan, not just for the date (that would be yesterday--yeah, I'm slow; what's it too ya, lol?), but for an entire lifetime, wafting & weaving through truths & lies.