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Add one teaspoon of fiesty
Three cups of blond hair
And stir.

Add two spoonfuls of green-grey-blue eyes
And red cheeks
And blend.

Sprinkle in some laughter
Grate in some tears
Shake in happiness generously
And add a handful of fears

Add a dash of irony
A bit of bold here and there
And even add some cruelty
But only if you dare.

Crack in some friendship
And add some twigs of a music tree
And then you have
A bowl full of me!

Stir it all together
Until it resembles fairy dust
And then, a well-oiled pan
And a stove, are really a must!

Bake for 30 minutes
Or until brown and crispy
Chop up into 12-year-old pieces
And you got a plateful of me!

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This year,
Whenever I shed a tear,
She was there.

This year,
Whenever I had a problem,
She would fix it.

They would ALL help me fix it,
But her especially.

I know I've been ignoring her a little,
And I'm sorry.

She is:
The Math-Problem Helper
The Best Hugger
The Super-Friend
Always There.

I'm sorry about all our fights.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
And to be honest,
If you disappeared,
I'd probably fall apart!

So, thank you, best friend.
I hope you know who you are,
You are...
Miss Poem Extrodinaire.