A friend of mine,
Was a friend to lie.
With he, he wine and dine,
Even by lie he lie.
In their honeymoon,
They sent dust on exile.
With their stubborn shoe,
Looking stern and agail.
They, to the neighbours,
Tends a companion.
But when leak, was their odour,
The neighbour's palm couldn't resist the venom.
Must you lie?
Or by truth vice cry?
Be to yourself raw,
And see if to helpers you're not draw.
C.2017
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n their honeymoon, They sent dust on exile. With their stubborn shoe, Looking stern and agail. fine experessions my dear young poet. tony