Come forth, friend, I wanted to notify you
Of my return to health, and my division of wealth
To those that helped and to thank you for...
Your generosity
Your selfless indulgence
Your purposeless assistance
And everything else you hadn't done for me
Sit next to me, good friend, I hear
A fever hits your beloved dear
And I shed a tear for her, and you'll thank me
So please, let the air I breath promote her being
It is what's due for...
Your generosity
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Author:
ProfessionalPaperDigester (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2022 10:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this about some people I've heard about, that were at one point important and have outlived their significance to me.
- Category: Friendship
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Oohh, you mean me? Staggers back in amazement!
Nooo, not you Orchi, getting too big for your boots! lol.
Well, perhaps it is you to a lesser extent. In some way, even as an outside commenter, we all make an impact.
Thanks P.
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Sometimes all we need is a good friend who can support us through the hard time. Well done!
Very nice to have friends who are there for you during tough times and good times too.
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