The Garden
Love was conveyed
Smiles were displayed
Memories were made
By friends that I prayed
Like a bag full of chips
That are shaped like an ellipse
Some are sweet to our lips
Some just makes a move to our hips
Whatever happened and may happen
I will not forget them, and through a pen
All their names will be written
And be buried inside my garden
But let me warn you my dear reader
One of my friends is a deft deceiver
I, myself was fooled by this storymaker
That presents herself as the victim but is actually the gainer
But still, whatever happened and may happen
I will not forget them, and through a pen
All their names will be written
And be buried inside my garden
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