When we were kids we knew kids and we called them friends. We did stuff and from time to time we would remind each other we were friends. Then we'd go back to doing stuff and grow, even though some remained and some would go.
Year after year, places in time, friends would join my past and I'd make new ones where ever I'd go. From work to play they'd come and go... some even disappeared just as my heart was growing fonder. (right out of the wild blue yonder)
Now my life consists of friends who still want to know me and there's so much stuff we share that we haven't forgotten.
Without them... I'd be alone and feeling pretty rotten.
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