A good friend is a treasure
Whose value we can’t measure
Seek not in her what you desire
You may be starting a wild fire
But when you are in need
She is a friend indeed
Her beauty not in her lips
Her sweetness not in her hips
To look not those thighs
That do not bind
Train then your eyes
That they not corrupt your mind
_Andropov
(May 2013)
To my friend
ReplyDeleteWith whom I shall climb the Hills
To the end
Without ill though feeling the chills
No comment, Just shaking my head. but nice one
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jeff. I hope to do better
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