Tuesday, 22 December 2009

Thirty Six

I wonder who you call a Friend?
Does it match the thoughts of me?
Someone who stays in your life,
and helps you to be free?

No matter if you are a fool,
and embarrass them to death.
You know that they will stand by you,
Until the final breath.

But somehow it seems more than that.
It must work both ways round,
A friend is also somebody,
Your love for should abound.

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