she's packed her life away in all those

cardboard boxes, too many times to count.

She's driven in too many cars, too many

miles to see. She's seen too many faces

heard so many names. Been so many places

learned so many things. And with every move

comes a bran new life. This one is said

with more than hope to be her very last.

And so she'll pack her boxes up another

time. And in her heart she say's the

meaning of life is friends. Please let me

keep them this time. And so once again it

lays with her father to keep the promise

that he made. Please don't let it fade into

the sun when the winter comes.

Linda A McFadden

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