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Apr 5
I ran out of the house in such a hurry, 
Put some carrots in my pockets and began to scurry 

Not there with the hay, 
Near far out in the snow a shadow of fuzz, would lay 

On the journey I began, 
Through the snow and the trees,
Nothing could prepare me

Little did I know,
The further I would go

Soon before me was my best friend, 
All alone, tears ran down my face,
I laid his head on my lap and began to embrace

Never could you ever hope never pray or wish,
To be there with your best friends body alone in the sticks 

As tears wiped from my eyes into a pile,
I began to smile,
As this isn't goodbye it was simply,
See you in a while
I poem about that special bond.
Written by
Clara
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