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A Girl I Knew
Jim Fritz
She sat on a chair,
with baby blue eyes
Smooth and soft,
her wild red hair.
We lay together
and gaze at the sky
Her sweet smell carries throughout the air
Fast asleep,deep in dreams
My lips,so gently,touch her cheek
The color of a pinkish cream
One day with her seems like a week
Her strings play a magical tune
The melody pulls on my feeble heart
But the dream will be over much too soon
The sun is down and it is dark
My dearest love, the priceless gem
Has gone with me, away from them.
Jim Fritz has published since joining on 27/5/09. Read more of Jim's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Jim's latest works: