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Dear Friend

Hello, all who dare to read my words. I hope that you are well. Yesterday I wrote a poem. I also did school. I wanted to go swimming but the pool is closed on Wednesdays. Last night at church-
Wait! I have an important message from Bible Baptist Church.
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Okay, as I was saying. On Wednesday nights, my pastor at Stonebridge Baptist Church (Bible Baptist was my church until we moved) is going through a series about the history of the Church and he is teaching us about great martyrs and stuff like that. I am really enjoying this series because I learned most of this stuff for school this year so it is like a review. (Or an in depth study) Last night we learned about Polycarp. Cool guy. Pastor's eyes lit up when he talked about him. Afterwards he and I agreed that I should have a son named James Polycarp. (He was telling us that it is a great kid's name and I thought it would make a better middle name, and dad was like "Cowgirl would name her kid that.") He didn't actually call me Cowgirl. So yeah, all you guys that might consider marrying me, just remember I am having a James Polycarp. 😉
So here is the poem that I wrote yesterday (it was the one that I got the idea for while trying to sleep the other night.) It is called Dear Friend.

At the very first 
I wasn't quite sure,
How things would be.
But now, Through competitive sport,
Our friendship was born
(so it seems)
After long awaiting
For one to hold dear,
I am so very happy that you're finally here.
Despite
Our differences
In opinions and likes,
I do believe that we very long might
Be pals, chums, and even rivals,
And you the key to my emotional survival.
Dearly do I wish to be the same to you.
Anything you need?
Just call and I will do.
Thank you, Friend,
For being just who you are,
Because in the end,
You are dearer to me than the stars.


I know the stars rhyme is super cliche. But other than that, what do you guys think? Also, seriously if you have any ideas for poems, let me know. I must leave now. Good day.

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