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Old Friend(Poem)

M

Midnight Umbreon

Do The Hokey Pokey!
'Old Friend'
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]She was an old friend of mine from days past;[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]I never thought I’d see her again, at last.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Only yesterday did I see her face.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Once she was rich, fine and covered in lace,[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]But she left the good life for a plain one[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]To paint her childhood loves; she’s never done.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]She lives in a flat in the city[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]In a section of town that’s not pretty.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Her countenance holds beauty and her eyes,[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Sky-blue, reflect the gaze of the very wise.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Her skin is like snow and cool to the touch;[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]She never goes out on the town very much.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Her one true solace is brushes and paints,[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]And the sweet violin which drifts down faint[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Into the street from her small window.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Her delicate wrist paints fairies and gnomes.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Her eyes never into painting books roam. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Her clothing is plain, and loose, and threadbare;[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]With only a canvas and brush she’d fare.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Ethereal is her voice, her quick hand, and[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Her touch. I heard that given from her hand[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Was the money she earned from a painting to[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]A starving child; it was all she could do.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Gentle but fierce is her love of her art;[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]She is slow to anger, sweet from the start.[/FONT]
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