| My Friend |
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I can look into your expressive eyes And I know what you feel inside. I can tell you all my hopes and dreams. For in you, I can always confide.
I look forward to your laughter.
Sometimes, you know me far too well.
Then my friend, the feelings return.
I could never count the many times |
| © 2002 by Claytia Doran |
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