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[title] => Pink Bandana
[time] => 2004-04-06 19:38:23
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[bodytext] => I remember every day She'd wear a pink Bandana Tied around her right wrist. I can't even remember Seeing her without it on. It's strange how something As simple as a pink bandana Can bring back so many memories. I remember resting one hand On an empty bed, The other hand Holding her bandana. I paid no attention to the people Crying behind me, Yet somehow I knew What they were saying all along. I turned around, Left the room, And woke up in tears two seconds later. Getting out of bed, I dabbed my eyes with a tissue And tried to convince myself That everything was fine. I went to school And came home, Still thinking baout the dream. I was starting to forget about it all When the phone rang. It was for me. Half an hour later I was in the hospital. One hand was resting On an empty bed, The other hand Holding her bandana. I paid no attention To the people crying behind me, Yet somehow I knew What they were saying all along. I turned around, Left the room, And started crying two seconds later. It's been a while since that day, But I still wake up sometimes In the middle of the night, crying. I guess you can never know What happens next in life, So it's important To let your loved ones know you care. Sometimes if you don't You could end up With nothing left But memories and a pink bandana. I've been wearing one Around my right wrist Ever since that day And I don't intend To ever take it off. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 31 [informant] => face-in-the-crowd [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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