Friends About - Poem by Xielgnihhan Amasahdympaehk
'There are people around,
This orb we call home,
That live all abound,
And to go see, I'll have to roam.
Some live in the U.S.,
Others over the vast waters,
And with some, I must confess,
I would to have with some, sons and daughters.
But enough of the wishful thoughts,
For I shall try for him again,
In hopes of, in love, be caught,
So here's to love, my friend.'
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