By Zero #1
Date: 26 March 2001
A bushel and a Peck
I saw a little girl play once,
I saw her for the first time walk out of her house,
She didn't actally know who I was then,
but she soon found out.
We walked along a little trail,
Nothing I can quite call a path,
I never knew for quite some time,
that it was that trail that would split me off.
I came to this spot with spouts of rage,
maybe even a little anger and sorrow sometimes,
about out whole situation,
but I noticed and it took me a while, but everything happens for a reason.
( I love you, a bushel and a peck)
and a hug around your neck.
I'm sure I'll always remember that.
I'll miss you.
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