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Jul 2016
I make friends,
to anybody,
any kind of people,
any characteristics.

But I keep praying,
to have a friend,
in my morning prayer.

A friend,
who I can be me,
a pampered Sam,
a weak me.

To be strong,
to be kind,
to be funny,
are the determinations.

To be smart,
to be active,
to be neat,
are what they demand.

Oh, the Sender of the rain,
I pray for a friend,
who I can be me,
who will be my childrens' mom.
18 July 2016
23:51
Joz
Written by
Joz  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   Bianca Reyes
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