Everyday I drive down this highway,
In the city that never stays still.
My eyes wander to the burnt orange Calibers,
And I can't help but think of you.
We started out as enemies,
Not saying one word to each other.
But then something changed,
And we became best friends forever.
Detention was the beginning;
Of our story that would be told through the ages,
It was a time we shared secrets of life and dreams,
But our ending was like ripping out all the pages.
Burnt orange Calibers remind me of you;
Of our bond and special friendship too.
Though our ending came way too soon,
I will never forget the first conversation we had in Mr. Lee's classroom.
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The Girl With The Gift
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