Friend - Poem by Josh Aukins
Feed me on gentle, sage words of advice;
Reproach when need be, or indeed
I'll be worn by vanity and pride.
Expect my helping hand, no matter your vice;
Never be mean, share your every need:
Deservedly then, in you I'll confide.
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