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January 17, 2011

As I watch the clouds part from the sky
I wonder why they must say good bye
The feeling of sorrow comes to my soul
And with down thoughts I start on a stroll

When my friends come along
They start singing all their songs
Their smiles show
And there spirits glow

As they all stop to talk
They ask me if I want to walk
And when they walk away
They ask me if I want to follow and play

As they lightened my load
They also brightened my road
My friends seem to care
When no one else was there


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