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Even after a crazy searchYou'll never get that lost friendWho had the miraculous power to heal and mend No matter for how longYou'll will be apart It will seem to be yesterdaywhen you were each other's part Life now a days seems to have Changed into a plot with crazeBut those memories with themStill has that same old glaze Divine or Disaster Whatever may it be named This is a bond That's never gonna be changedWhen we will turn eighty Old, weak and maybe aloneThe memories of this past Will make us laugh like doremonGetting a true friend Is a matter of tremendous luck Having one Is equal To having a golden duck Ending my fuss With one last phraseNever hurt a friend Over your silly self craze rate this poem out of 10 |
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Answer» Answer: I'm no PRO in writing POEMS but I WOULD rate it 9.5. I rlly rlly like it :) |
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