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May 9
and I picture us,
sitting in old garden chairs on a mild summer night.
My feet on your lap, a glass of wine in my hand
and the sun slowly setting beneath the trees.
You, telling stories of old days,
of all the times we've been through together
and all the memories we've made, the good and the bad.
Me, a smile playing around the corners of my mouth,
as I remember us dancing to our favourite songs
and singing along at the top of our lungs.
Looking back now it seems so inevitable,
that after all these years we're still sitting here,
cherishing the strong bond that's our friendship.
Written by
Laura  F
   Gara and Sol
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