Fans and Friends
They are not ivories
they are canines
Between them is a venom
stand in the right column
They are not friends
They are fans
Sucking your blood
They won't leave, until they paint you mud
They are not after your wealth
They worry about your health
Very few, but means a lot
They stand with you, firm as a knot
They don't wait to wipe your tears
They hold you, and fight your fears
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