Friends - Poem by mercy jacobs
while i was sitting on my pouch
i asked my self
who is my friend
it downed on me like this
we have people who we want to meet, people we want to talk to every day
people we wish to be by our side day after day.
people that they memories stick around till time.
people who make us happy
people like you
thank you my friend.
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