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- MariaLate August nowhome from Greenville and readyfor what the last of the summer brings me.All the dreams this city holdsright outside-just step through the door and walktwo doors down to wheremy new best friend, Maria, lives. Every morning,I call up to her window, Come outsideor she rings our bell, Come outside.Her hair is crazily curling down past her back, the Spanish she speaks like a songI am learning to sing.Mi amiga, Maria.Maria, my friend.
- I chose this poem because I had a friend like Maria. Of course, she did not speak Spanish or have curly hair but she and I were best friends. Charlie had straight, short, and blonde hair. I was the fourth house on our small block and she was the last. We would run to each other's houses and play. We would go on adventures with our small stuffed animals and would have sleepovers at which we would slide down the stairs. There is one thing me and Charlie had in common with Maria and Jacqueline: we both loved to eat at each other's houses. I feel this is significant compared to the poem because she was my best friend and still is one of them. This also brings back vivid memories.
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