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Paying Our Respects
Two eloquent Whyville poets pay respects to loved ones who have passed away:
by Kathryn |
| Whyville Poet |
A poem to my dearest friend who past away, Dylan.
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The Skies Are Gray the Skies Are Blue
The Skies are gray the skies are blue
what do they mean to you
When the skies are gray no one is around
When the skies are blue I'll be here for you
WHAT HAPPENS IF THE SKIES AREN'T GRAY NOR BLUE WHERE WILL I BE OR WHERE WILL I END UP
YOU DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW
THAT ONLY MEANS ONE THING
HE DECIDES.
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by megan123 |
| Whyville Poet |
I wrote a poem for my Grandfather because he recently passed away. I would like to share it with you, the
Whyvillians:
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Greatly missed
Respectful
Airplanes was your true desire
Never saw how great whyville is
Dearly loved
Please come back
Amazing
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Whyville is the only place that I felt was the perfect place
for sharing my poem. Thanks for reading it.
This is Megan123 signing off
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