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• Digby Hartwig, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

I can hear gunshots
The soldiers don't look so excited anymore
And that's when I noticed him
My poor friend Seymour

My eyes filled with tears
As I sat there holding him
People were dropping everywhere
Now my life will be so grim

Sunshine is gone there is only gray
I write this poem before my friend
I Wish I had more time
But this is the end