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TRUE FRIENDS YOU CAN COUNT ONDown in the dumps no where to go lifes pressure and illnes weigh hard and heavy with pain no one knows. You do what you know to do and listen to everybodies ideas and day to day know hows and pick up yourself making you go. Deep down inside you wanna yell to the world for the so called friends you thought you had that dont never show. Then you let go and cry out to the "Lord' asking why you...and no relief to come your way.For your friends are few and some healing will please do. "Lord O merciful God' i cry out to you send down some of your blessings and healings from you....and send me a true friend to count on too. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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