The Best of Friends
Fusses and fights
Long, sleepless nights
Snuggled up together
I dim the lights
Who’s better spelling
Tattle telling
Trying to buy
The story their selling
He’s right, she’s wrong
The shot was long
Not picking sides
Can we please move on
Blood curdling screams
Life or death, it seems
I arrive to giggles
on the swing
They don’t put on a show
When they think I don’t know
I spy from inside
Through the window
I see, first hand
A gentleman
And sweet little girl
The best of friends
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