THE FRIEND writes/back

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    THE FRIEND writes/back
    When you feel tattered or worn...
    It's not I that shall be scorned.
    For I have not forgotten the friend in you.
    Remember our kiss and how you knew...
    It marks a friendship with-in my soul.
    As we grow together;grey and old.
    Our true friendship will always mend.
    I can hold you if you perish or decend...
    Ingrained in friendship with-in my heart.
    It is you instilled in my thoughts that I start.
    Come and walk with me thru the wind or breeze.
    I am your and i'm asking you please...
    For mountains may wash away ,crumble or fall...
    It's our friendship and you that I will call.
    I am your soul,as you are my blood and breath
    I'm going to love you far pass death...

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    TyMartin commented on THE FRIEND writes/back

    04-01-2009

    I really felt your emotion and love. It brought tears to my eyes I understand to love something or someone like that!
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    blackfootlady

    12/04/2009

    I'm apoligizing for my delay on response.I've been rather busy!I didn't want to make anyone cry and to feel better theres other selections i wrote that will make you smile instead.like I Saw Him...Ty for you value of a gift I believe we both share and It's called Love,God Bless you.

    Realistic commented on THE FRIEND writes/back

    01-29-2009

    Shows great devotion here. I like this one lots.
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    blackfootlady

    12/04/2009

    yes it is a response back to my other poem Do Not Challenge me and i think I very much behind on ty everyone so ty you and God bless.

    libra46 commented on THE FRIEND writes/back

    01-28-2009

    Nice write,have to look beyond the words.
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    blackfootlady

    12/04/2009

    Good advice ty and God bless

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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