Oh how I miss you, my dear, yet fickle
friends,
You who come & go, in games of “let´s
pretend”,
Who congregate in names, of happiness, love
& joy,
Friends more fickle, than woman, man, girl
or boy.
You pop around corners & bestow me your
smiles,
You all hold my hand, then you run away for
miles,
Then, just when I think, you´re here with
me to stay,
Dear fickle friends, from me, you then all
run away.
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