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My blues have been relentless
And who could count the rainy days?
Yet, neither can I count the times
My friends took them away

Bill Cantrell

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

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Ashika Murali Acharya 19 September 2018

That s the beauty of true friends. Short, sweet and Nice.10+

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Kostas Lagos 13 September 2018

A magnificent short hymn to friendship! Well done!

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Aqua Flower 12 September 2018

Friends are priceless. A wonderful write about the values of friends.

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Carl Roussell 12 September 2018

True friends are to be treasured.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 12 September 2018

We can never count times and we can never neglect. Friends who come in contact remain in our memories. A nice and brilliant poem is very beautifully penned. You always share excellent ideas...10

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