Here is a boy I used to know
His image in a frame
I loved him, knew him, held him, lost him
Gave him breath and name.
Here is the boy I used to know
I took him by the hand
I lost him to that stealer, Time-
Instead, I know a man.
Sally, this poem makes me cry. I see a profound simplicity in your poetry much like my own. If you would like to check-out some of my poems, go to www.authorsden.com/sarawebbquest and click "poetry."
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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