Too Bad
TOO BAD
The night has come.
The moon is full of love and joy.
The stars sparkle like the fourth of July.
The fire-flies flying with that light.
looks like a fire that crackles.
Look there is a shooting star.
Quick make a wish.
I wish that we were still together.
It’s a shame I have to spend such a perfect night all alone.
poem by Makayla Straight
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