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MY FRIEND
She prods me gently
She cajoles a smile
Carries my worries
Resists my denial
She coaxes me out of
Mood swings, and then,
Laughs at my tantrums
Wags her finger again
I cannot see
My devoted heavenly friend
A kiss I may blow her
With love does send
She placates my turmoil
Leads me straight on the path
Wipes away my tears
In agonies aftermath
My dreams she makes fruitful
Bids well all my hopes
Holds my hand and comforts
Releases freedom to cope
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