Friendship

When times are tough and hope is low

Nights are long and frustration grows

There is a ready hand extended

For the songs and the side looks

Moments of madness and abandon

The nights of music, movement, salt rimmed glasses

Of crushed ice and mint leaves

My friends deserve the best of me

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