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It’s been 17 years since your birth Yet there isn’t a number to describe what your worth It is more than the count of curls on your head More than the amount of books that you’ve read You could count all the stars and they wouldn’t compare To the kindness you give and the love that you share I’ll wish you much luck when you travel around And when your head’s in the clouds don’t forget to look down Because we’ll lose our smiles But we’ll see yours for miles What’s special about you, Gillian, my love Well it’s just that, it’s your love
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
Gillian
It’s been 17 years since your birth Yet there isn’t a number to describe what your worth It is more than the count of curls on your head More than the amount of books that you’ve read You could count all the stars and they wouldn’t compare To the kindness you give and the love that you share I’ll wish you much luck when you travel around And when your head’s in the clouds don’t forget to look down Because we’ll lose our smiles But we’ll see yours for miles What’s special about you, Gillian, my love Well it’s just that, it’s your love
This was a poem to my good friend who was turning 17 and in her card I said that I wasn't very good with letters so I'd write her a poem instead.
#friends#17
bellabutton
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bellabutton
19/F/USA
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
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