Freinds Poem by mark bowdidge
Freinds
they stab me in the back
and i have their's
they spit on my name
while i hold their names high
kicked when im down; is what they do
kick some trash talker in face; is what i do for them
they may not be perfect; i never wanted them to be
might not be all that great
but not all my freinds are like this
not all friends are that that this is true but so may be both a good freind at times an a mean one who misses a freind theyed like to get to know a gain
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4/16/2024 5:36:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful and nice it touches many things in my self and i agree with you no it is not easy to find the good even if we were with them good i wish for you the best and keep up with my love Laila Lili of course 10