Soup Friends
One has a salve that cures everything,
another has pecans, more than he ever dreamed,
then another has soap he makes from mud,
beautiful complexion, when on your face it is rubbed.
They are all my friends, that I have never met,
right here on the Soup, my friends are the best.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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