A True Friend
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I was nice with him
he was nice with me,
and the friendship continued,
until he started ignoring me!
I know I must have committed something wrong,
but he never told me what's that something,
Instead of ignoring if he would have slapped me,
and said, "You my ugly friend, you did it with me! "
I would have encircled him in my arms and would have replied,
"I am sorry sweetheart; I don't know how I did it?
Another slap on my left cheek, it's closer to my heart,
but only if you are a lovely true friend."
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