All good things must come to an end

There was a time, At a tender age of nine, Hiding behind a Pine, Was a girl friend of mine. We neither kiss or tell, Never fight or harm, Played cat and mouse, Or london bridge is falling down. We were best friends and more, Shared our things from toys to flour, We won all games and lost none, But all good things must come to an end.
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Posted: Jan 2013
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I'm sad that i'm leaving you ...Poet's corner !!!

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