Tuesday 10 September 2013

My best friend (poem)

Best friends should mean a lot 'cos if your me their all you've got,
Falling for all the wrong boys,
Thrown away like one of their old toys,
Finding it hard to trust anyone,
Because to them I was just a bit of fun,
You were there when I needed you the most,
No matter how far I move down the coast,
It's not just you I can call my best friend,
Because all the bower family pull together in the end.

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