Franklin comes and goes
But i know hes always there
Im the only one that knows
The others just dont care
He'll sit there in the corner
Or behind the cuboard door
Does he hear me when i speak?
Or see me when i cry?
Of that i am not sure
Franklin is no usual friend
He does not speak, cry or moan
Though not very sociable
Thanks to him im not alone
There will come a day
When franklin is no more
I will always love him
And never forget him
Of that I know im sure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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