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Thursday, December 9, 2010

Poem 57: Thanks, my Friend

Thanks for understanding my inhibitions, frustrations, and crazy looks.
Thanks for even loving my strangeties and oddities and weird quirks.
Thanks for listening when I keep talking
and walking longer when I need detoxing
and nodding your head even though I'm being a jerk.

Thanks for being you, my friend.
You are a true friend through and through.
Just in case I haven't said this enough,
may I reiterate the truth:
I surely, and dearly
love you for being you.

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