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“Friends”

Decent people always seem to suffer in this life.
I suffered for the evil deeds of my ungrateful wife.
Friends are all that matter in this solitary time and place.
They number few, but quantity may never measure grace.
They are first hand witnesses to the trials I am going through.
All bar none, remained resolutely, loyal, steadfast and true.
Justice may take forever, but I know my time will come.
This poem thanks them all, for everything they've done.

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