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By ChelseaH, McFarland, WI

Lying in bed.
Not able to move.
Counting down the days
Needing all love.

A wilting flower
That's almost bare.
Hardly breathing,
Hardly there.

No tears are found.
Needing left to do.
But sit and wait
As days pass through.

Time flies by
Then it comes to an end.
Now tears are found
For the loss of a friend.

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