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Throughout the years I've often wondered
What makes the night, the rain, the thunder.
Who decides rules and all the new trends
And where have they gone? I mean my good friends.
Fate has a way of drifting in
Bringing back both friends and kin.
If not in flesh, in thought of mind
Friendship likes our is hard to find.
Copyright © Virginia Gelok | Year Posted 2021
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