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Nov 2015
So it just moves like a foot
I wear my boots
And you try to my mind shoot
All about the money what a hoot
So loom no luck and a buck
Where I'm from you out of luck
So be your own friend
Is just the beginning
Until you meet the right one
Don't cry friends come and go
Has you know
Your face glow
A friend will find you
And not play you
And love you
And not act mean
Change they ways
Like every single day
You will find the way has I say.
Maria Williams
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Maria Williams
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