Norman Swisher, Jr.
My Bestest Friend Rich - Poem by Norman Swisher, Jr.
I have a friend his name is Rich
But sadly enough he is not rich
The first day I met him
I was in Middle School.
I was such a fool.
Then one day I finally met Rich.
All I did was made faces at him
Then he finally was fed up so
He made faces back at me
And ever since that day when
I was in middle school to high school
I could never stop talking
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