CHYINA

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CHYINA

YOU WERE THE PET OF THE YEAR
YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE THAT SURVIVIED
SURF AND YOU BECAME FRIENDS
THEN ONE DAY YOU DRIFTED AWAY
HOW I CRIED THAT DAY
I PICKED YOU UP
WRIPPED YOU IN A SWEET SOFT CLOTH
BURRIED YOU IN THE BACKYARD
SAID MY GOOD BYE
PRAYED FOR AWHILE
HOW I WISH I COULD STILL HOLD YOU YET
MY FURRY FRIEND, CHYINA MY GENNIEPIG PET.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

Lydia’s Poems (41)

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Title Comments
DREAMS THAT COME ALIVE 1
11-11-09 1
YESTERDAYS 3
My world 0
TIME HAS COME 0
Going to miss you 2
dreams 0
Wedding day 0
A Feeling A Thought 2
MY LOVE 2
Life 0
MY WORLD CRASH TODAY 2
KNOWING WHEN 0
HIKING 0
Life 0
For you 2
Too all my friends 1
REMEMBER WHEN 1
911 =2001 0
CHYINA 0
LOST IN THIS WORLD 2
THE CLIMB 1
WHO I AM 3
LOVE YOU WANT 1
SUCIDE 2
DAY DREAMS AT THE LAKE 1
People Come and Go 0
IF AND THEN 0
TOO MOM 2
BLOOD THICKER THEN WATER 1
A GONE FRIEND 1
MARRAIGE THAT ENDED 0
FISHING 0
CAN'T CHANGE THE PAST 0
MY UNCLE 0
GIRL IN MIND 2
I FOUND MY LOVE 1
Search And Search 0
MY POSITIVE FRIEND 0
Lost Soul 1
ALL MY OWN 1