SANDY
Cassandra
Allison Kuhns
In
all of our lives, she is leaving a tear
And,
of them, I'm sure some will take long to repair,
A
patch like a circle, fit over a square
It
just doesn't quite work; it's just not, what was there.
Of
those who knew Sandy, like most of us did
She
was not an adult; She was not just a kid,
We
always could feel it, although she wasn't there
She
was one of a kind! That could beat out a pair.