His name was Harry.
Harry's friendship was like the sun's sunshine
Harry was always a fun guy and very smart
He was my best friend.
When Harry's time came.
It hurt.
Every time I look at a picture of him, the pictures speak to me
It was fun when it lasted but now its over
And I know I will see him soon.
1) End-stopped line
2) Simile
3) Personification
I enjoy how deep you went in this poem. Great job all around using tools and just the general idea.
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