Riddle--1
I work for you, both day and night.
Yet you rarely, acknowledge me, indeed a slight!
I am your best friend, but you do not know it.
So beset with self-centeredess, ignoring my benefit.
I may be dry, or quite runny.
Not once, for my services dare I ask for money.
I am with you from your first cry to the end.
Tell me...what am I, my dear friend?
2/3/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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