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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Poem 14: The Group

They are the group I look froward to meeting each week
and when I can't I am uncomfortably sad.
What makes me look forward to seeing Wednesday again?
Its you, my friend that makes my heart happy, and my feet sore from running.
It's you, my friend who hugs me loving
It's you, brother, with music sweet
and you, sister, sharing thoughts with me.
I love the day because the many youth that help me smile away
the hard times from the long and many draining other days.

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