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Sometimes we are reminded of value of our friends...


Submitted:Dec 18, 2008    Reads: 102    Comments: 5    Likes: 5   


They stand with a syringe full of rainbows

They seek to oust the grey clouds that host my day

They control the cobwebs that encase the vintage wine

They allow controlled measures to shower my despair

They envelope their help and address to my need

They build scaffolding of strength around my tired legs

They are all individuals but unite in one cause

They see value in that cause, one I seldom see

They have access to words and distribute them with care

They respond to the volume of my quiet desperation

They are priceless, unique and rare

They are true currency in a bankrupt world

Who are they?

They are my friends





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