| The Debt of a Friend With eyes of pearls. A smile that whirls. My heart and soul. Your friendship makes me whole. For nothing can compare. To a friend being there. When one has a need to share. The things the spirit dares. A friend to me indeed. To my every need. For your kindness is true. Your meekness shows through. In what ever the spirit is to do. If only I could do the same for you. But try as I might. In your debt is my plight. By The Traveler |
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