My buddy,
My friend he is.
And trouble has found him
So unexpectedly!
No future guarantees
Is all we have to say.
So hold him up I do
When his shoulders sag,
And when he feels better
He gives me true
Assurance,
That I will never ever,
Be forgotten
And ever ere
I shall need him,
A Friend to me
He will be.
(12.29.7 Inner Thoughts)
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