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Y .Saturday, November 05, 2005.

Someone to laugh with, perhaps to shed some tears.
A person who's been with u all through the years.
Someone to shelter u from days tt r cold,
A shoulder to lean on, a warm hand to hold.
And an ear for your problems whenever u call.
Somone to share your giggles and your screams
A person to tell all your secrets and dreams.
Someone to hug you when you're happi or sad,
To just be there in the good times or bad.
A person with whom you dun haf to pretend,
These are the jobs of a veri bez frenz!

By: Michele Davis, 15
Found in: Chicken soup for the preteen soul 2



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