The Best Friend - Poem by James McLain
As for me,
me and you whom, it is.
You used to speak to me always........
Was I so abnormal?
But if the normal person knows how you.
One person who has never known the facts.
Did I not desire the fact of how you write.
Concerning having the one friend and; ..........
My range of it is you and you it is being attached.
Can it of you please write to me being trust concerned?
As being the best friend, being lost and tossed out........
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