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I came upon a bridge and then Stumbled into sorrow’s friend Her problem one I could not mend Though my hand I did extend She met my grasp and stepped down from That ledge where she was standing numb I did not know what was to come I soothed her hand with a gentle thumb She sat with me but did not weep She told me how she sank so deep And was sorry that she dragged me there Down in the pits of her despair I’m glad she didn’t take the leap I’m glad the reaper didn’t reap She closed her eyes in silent prayer Good thing I had the day to spare
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
A friend of sorrow is a friend of mine
I came upon a bridge and then Stumbled into sorrow’s friend Her problem one I could not mend Though my hand I did extend She met my grasp and stepped down from That ledge where she was standing numb I did not know what was to come I soothed her hand with a gentle thumb She sat with me but did not weep She told me how she sank so deep And was sorry that she dragged me there Down in the pits of her despair I’m glad she didn’t take the leap I’m glad the reaper didn’t reap She closed her eyes in silent prayer Good thing I had the day to spare
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
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