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May 2010
I saw you at the bus stop yesterday,

I didn’t have the chance to even say,

That you looked the same as you did last year,

Instead I just turned and dried my tears,

At the boy who didn’t even recognise me,

I’m the girl who lives on our maybes and could be’s

I saw you at the bus stop yesterday
I may add to this poem- just a short thing I just came up with (as you may have realised from all my other poems- they are all real life occurences)
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Ella
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     ---, D Conors and PK Wakefield
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