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In Memory Of LeannWe were childhood friends we didn't have to go very far to visit eachother, I was only a few years older than you, but I thought of you as my little sister. I remember when we used to take turns swinging frantically on the tree swing outside, my two brothers and your younger sister, went in and out of the playhouse playing hide and go seek. We used to play fetch with your dog Susie, we laughed while she ran wildly around the yard, she was a cute looking dog and I know you loved her with your heart. My two younger brothers, your litle sister, you and I, all hung aorund eachother, we used to look forward to sitting outside in the hot summer sun and have picnics. I miss you my dear friend, there's not a day that goes by that I don't think of you, I hope God is holding you tight and taking very good care of you so that one day, we can meet face to face in Heaven and be friends again. Copyright Cynthia Jones Jan.18/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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