February 16, 2009
By Natalie Wallace GOLD, Brentwood, Tennessee
Natalie Wallace GOLD, Brentwood, Tennessee
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Born from a single word,
Like a tree from a seed,
Strengthened from what's occurred,
as devout as a drunk to his mead.

Obvious to anyone keen enough to look,
Not hidden as if a passage way,
but plain, as if reading a book,
And as sure as the break of day,

A friendship rare and strong,
No other can compare,
this is where we belong,
and we'll forever remain there.

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