The First Sunday

The First Sunday

A Poem by Toby
"

It wasn't until later I realized, I was wrong.

"
We met on the first Sunday,
You said, "I'll help you soar."
and smiled.

So I smiled too,
exhilarated, 
I had finally found a friend.

From behind you pushed me,
and I plummeted right
to the floor.

Still I smiled up at you
and thought, "It sure is nice
to have a friend."

© 2013 Toby


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Toby
I've been so angry.

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Added on April 22, 2013
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Toby
Toby

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