Go out and
meet friends
Grab a movie
Popcorn's on
me
Maybe head
to a cemetery
And discuss
religious beliefs
Or walk down
an avenue of trees
Listening to
Pink Floyd
The friends
you make
Are diverse
Some short,
some tall
Some fair,
some small
Yet with
them you stand tall
Sometimes
all you need
Is this
symbiotic relationship
To get you
through the days
When you're
the statue
That the
pigeon uses
For target
practice
With friends
in my life
I feel like
Danerys
With a
dragon under me
Soaring high
High into
the sky
But some
friendships last
And some are
debris in the past
But as I
walk down the winding road
I remember
my friends
And am glad
The Bilge Master
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