Treasure Island

Claire Riley


Thank You To A Special Friend


Thank you for all the things you do,
It really means the world to me.
For your concern and understanding,
You give abundantly.

Thank you for listening to me with all your heart,
And for cheering me up when i'm feeling down and blue.
For bringing out the very best in me,
And really just for being you.

Thanks for the conversations,
That stimulate my brain.
For the silly times we laugh out loud,
For the things i can't explain.

Thanks for looking past my flaws and faults,
For all the time you spend.
For all the kind things that you do for me,
And all the kind thoughts you send.
Again i'd like to thank you so much,
For being a very special friend!

Submitted: Saturday, April 23, 2011
Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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