Kyndle Harper Poems

Grandma has died

We are going to her funeral
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There once was a girl who like boys
When she was little she used them as toys
She searched in the dark
And found a handsome lark
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I can't see you but I love you

I know you are beautiful by just touching your face
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In she flies and out she goes

The snow is white while she still glows
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