Her name was Amy
She was in my second grade class
Sat in the desk
Across the isle from me
Bright blue eyes
Sandy colored hair
Beautiful she was
Her name was Amy
At lunch
We would laugh and talk together
At recess we'd join the other kids
And play games
Her name was Amy
Did I love her
I was to young to know
I liked her
That much I did know
Her name was Amy
Her family moved away
That summer
I think I cried
After all these years
I still think of her fondly
Good morning
Cool air Colorful leaves Rise the day has started The sun is up The rooster has crowed Rise the day has started
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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