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This is another poem, (2nd blog), and it is about my best friend, and how she's going to leave in March. I let her and some of my other friends read it, and they loved it.
I hope the people on UG like it too. 
Famous
It's late October and the leaves haven't changed color,
And a girl signs her name for the
1000th time
For future autographs.
Inside her head are Morrison quotes
("I am me,")
The Cobain journals, and Lennon and Bowie
Songs to live by.
Girl, you're gonna be famous.
It's early December and she's playing guitar
In the dark
A sad song: the stars seem to cry for her
They're leaving a shining
Glowing
Breathing mark
On the strings.
It's a song she'd played once before.
Girl, you're gonna be famous.
Dark blonde curls,
The smell of New York.
That was last November but
Those leaves changed color.
Cobain would've missed her.
Girl, you're gonna be famous.
March would end all of this and
The leaves would be reborn.
Nothing will be left but the
Leaves from
Last year and the years before
And hopefully they were caught on camera,
Girl, you're gonna be famous...
(Copyright ©2008 Marie Cobain)
Thanks for reading!
Peace, love, and rock.
~Marie Cobain
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