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They love you
When you defend them
They run
When you need a helping hand

Real ones are there in total silence
Called the silent ones
To massage the pain
Of a wounded soul
They were there long ago
They are there now in the snow
Holding hands
Never letting go

Wiping tears
Striking fears
Praying for good cheer
Please me lord
Serve me one more beer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 1/24/2018 11:51:00 PM
This is really nice. The last line gave me a chuckle. I see you got a POTW. Congrats.
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Date: 1/4/2018 5:46:00 AM
Congratulations on having this tribute to true friendship honored with POTW Arthur. I wish you a very happy New Year! : )
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Date: 1/3/2018 9:25:00 AM
Now I’m in the mood to dance Arthur.
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Date: 1/1/2018 8:26:00 AM
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Date: 12/30/2017 1:26:00 AM
I'm sorry if a "friend" has done you wrong, Arthur. Hope this is fiction. Interesting write though. Well written.
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Date: 12/28/2017 9:18:00 PM
A too true poem. Your words are sad because they are true. I know you have great friends Arthur because you are a great person.
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Date: 12/27/2017 8:08:00 PM
<3 Art This is so sad! True friends are like family - they are there for the good, the bad and the ugly!
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Date: 12/27/2017 4:42:00 AM
That last line is awesome :) and true, some friends are just there to use you for their needs, but the real one sticks no matter :)
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Date: 12/26/2017 1:37:00 PM
One more for the snow, I suppose, good one Arthur...
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Date: 12/26/2017 9:03:00 AM
Your true friends stand by through thick or thin, steal your beer and make you grin.
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Date: 12/26/2017 7:49:00 AM
I hope you will always have some good friends by your side, arthur.
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Date: 12/26/2017 3:49:00 AM
Cheers. pass a cold one here... Irie, nice poem...good vid too
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