My Oldest Friend - Poem by Casey Jarrell
Bring in the old.
Bring in the new.
You're as friendly as Mrs. Barbara
Out of every friend that I've come
I see that your soul is pure and
Though I don't see those locks
of red hair,
I can always see you at the
Through this letter that I
you'll always be my oldest
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