Bereft of our familiar shapes.
You are the oxygen that keeps me alive.
Our friendship is something that will never end.
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Only a dad, neither rich nor proud, Merely one of the surging crowd Toiling, striving from day to day, Facing whatever may come his way, Silent, whenever the harsh condemn And bearing it all for the love of them.
Read both poems in , one of my favorite poetry collections! So regardless of this day, I am happy to announce.