Athletic as a tiger,
She really is a fighter.
She is my very best friend.
Super fast as a cheetah,
You really gotta meet her.
She is my very best friend.
Blond hair riding in the the wind,
She and me are twins.
She is my very best friend.
We met in first grade,
She has grown on me like a braid.
Wore a wavy, red dress,
It really was the best.
Tall like a tree,
Stings my attention like a bee.
Thin as a thread,
Loves NOT to go to bed.
She is my very best friend.
The classroom,
Filled with brooms.
A bright-green chalkboard,
We are a cored.
She is my very best friend.
The calender - in all different colors,
I come when she holours.
She is my very best friend.
One huge, rectangular sheet,
Surrounded by small, little feet.
She is my very best friend.
There she awaits,
In the United States.
There she plays,
In the old'n days.
There she stands,
In my golden bands.
There she sees -
ME
She is my umbrella on a rainy day,
My coco after a cold winter's play,
My ocean breeze on a summer's bay.
She is my very best friend!
I dedicate this poem to my very best friend, Lea Pallof.
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