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i wrote this for me friend Erin when she died and stuck it next to her grave... |
| Erin's Poem I'd walk by your grave everyday for the hopes of you coming back to stay I miss the smile I always used to see and the smile you always gave to me remember when we went to applebees you, Rachel, and me we all ordered the same thing which was the hot and spicy chicken wings I almost burned my mouth off because you didnt tell me that was the hot sauce I'll miss you with every tear I cry and I'll miss you till the day I die |