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For my childhood
friend,
Janet Ling
As
kids we played
In
sunshine and shade
Close
as sisters
Best
of friends
Jealous
sulks
And
patching ups
Things
that made
Our
friendship sparks
Whimsical
girls
With
innocent smears
Smelling
roses
To
keep our cheer
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The
day came
Your
family moved
I
felt at loss
A
rose withered
Letters
poured
Expressing
our minds
Physically
apart
But
never our hearts
Adolescent
years
Burried
in my books
A
rose with tears
Shy
and forlon
An
early start
In
understanding life
Ends
childish part
Begins
my strife
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Enters
a special rose
Jesus
our King
Before
He arose
Crushed
for beings
Cleansed
and saved
By
His grace
In
Him now
We're
eternal friends
His
garden of life
We
bloom and grow
Unending,
everlasting
In
a circle of roses
With love always,
Lisa Lu
27th
March, 1999
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