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A Poem
I've been waiting for my friend
Have you seen him? He's wearing red
His hands often keep me warm
Even in the coldest storm
His skin would often glow
But tonight it's pale as snow
It hurts to see him fading,
Won't you tell my friend I'm waiting?
This is a poem I wrote some time ago, I thought I would share it with everyone here.
