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Monday, February 25, 2013
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Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Art & Poetry
My Best Friend
When I think of best friends you come to
mind
We've traveled many roads and have come so
far
No one else has been so fair and so kind
Seems you have fallen from a lucky star.
In life we meet so many types of folks
Some of them have been false friends and
some true
When we met we laughed at each other's
jokes
How lucky I was to meet and trust you.
You did not fall from a star you are real
So real that I know your love I can trust
The love we understand is love we feel
Together we will grow, that is a must.
So remember such lucky ones are we
When we became best friends, that's you and
me.
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