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A True Friend
When my ambition hits its mark
Or when I am in black
No one shows me his back.
Many are at my disposal for sure
So long as, I have some to offer.
They bleed me dry
And away they fly.
When I am in the red
I have no one around.
A true friend
Without saying it goes
Remains close
Despite the test
The turn of events pose!
Saturday 19th December 2015 2:07 pm
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