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![]() The old man turned to me and asked "How many friends have you?" Why 10 or 20 friends have I, And named off just a few ~
He rose quite slow with effort
A friends a tender shoulder
A friend is a hand to pull you up
A true friend is an ally
But most of all a friend is a heart
So think of what I've spoken
And then he stood and faced me
"You!!!!"
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