Pete Crowther

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First Love - Poem by Pete Crowther

My first true love was only seven
Her hair was fair, her eyes were blue,
She was an angel straight from heaven,
We shared a desk at infants’ school.

Beneath its lid our knees were pressed
Together tightly, warm and friendly
Like two little birds in their own nest,
She was my love, I loved her tenderly.

The golden hairs upon her arm
Even today I can recall,
That clear skin and gentle charm
Of my young sweetheart, Ann Goodall.

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  • (6/15/2006 8:18:00 AM)

    I myself have wondered about the fates of some of my kindergarten chums, the only problem is remembering their names! What a wave of nostalgia at times, don't you agree? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 27, 2004

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