Our Friendship

August 26, 2011
You who are my friend,
We are encounters,
As companion.
With a smile of sympathy,
We have develop,
A soft amity and fiddle.
To the son of the years,
It became long and pure,
performed of comprehension,
The one to the other one.
We are devious,to help us,
To rename,
What we call the amity.

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