Friends
when friends are gone theres nothing left,
of human contact, perhaps bereft,
poor fella me, i overstepped,
no friend 4 consolation,
the lonesome situation,
try Jonesy with a txt,
is he a mental aberration?
Thank you Leonora Galinta,
"Friends once more"
Don
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