Did you know you are my best friend?
And not just because your money we spend.
Though it’s true that you often pick up the tab,
and make sure I get home in a cab.
No longer do I have to feel lonely,
because you are indeed my one and my only.
Without you I don’t know what I would do.
Maybe exile to Africa and a herd of gnu.
I hope to return all your kindness someday,
and not in a lame or a round about way.
As a best friend for me you’ve always done plenty.
Do you think you can loan me a twenty?
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