Poetry

Max

by Devynn, Age 7 , Grade 2, Ruidoso, NM USA

I knew that Max was ours before.

Once we were best friends ... forever, forever.

I know that dreams don't come true.

It's difficult when you lose something special.

It's hard to think of difficulty.

It's difficult to be under control, under control.

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