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My friends

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My friends

She loves her double entendre's and has 35 cats,
he's 50 years old and lives with his mom,
he makes his living by spinning a sign,
the boy is autistic and loves his dog,
she works all night and studies all day,
she's a dreamer and loves adventures,
he used to work construction and looks like Colonel Sanders,
he's a social media personality with social anxiety,
she's an artist who can paint in any style,
he's a player who breaks the girls hearts,
he's a giant and quiet as a mouse,
her name is a flower and has a smile for everyone,
he's obsessed with the rock band Kiss and mows yards for a living,
this little girl had to be an adult much too soon,
he's in between the sexes who has a curious mind,
she loves fast cars and her men to take it slow,
he sells insurance by day and is a rapper at night,
he has Tourretes and speaks his mind freely
he's a good old redneck who chews tobacco,
she loves country music and cries when she has to give bad news,
she adopted her 4 children,
he's a born again christian who used to be a drug addict,
this guy never stops whistling,
she's a goth with a short temper,
she came from Jamaica and her son studies at Harvard,
he's a computer geek with shoulder length hair,
I call her my cup of tea but she likes her bourbon,
he's an actor with a spiritual mindset,
she has Asperger's who practiced witchcraft,
these are my friends and I accept them for who they are,
some were born in  this town and many came from afar,
all my friends are individually unique,
I accept them for who they have become, I'm not one to critique,
my circle of friends is varied and quite cosmopolitan,
ranging in size, from three hundred pounds to the model thin,
republican, democrat, in between, religious, atheist and agnostic,
these are my people and they make my life kind of rhapsodic.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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