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Poem by Chris Bunton What is a friend to me?Well it’s none of thoseSOB’sIf you know what I mean. A friend invites me places,They want me to come.Not as a charity.But, because they enjoy me. A friend doesn’t,tell me what to do.They don’t play stupid,Tough love games. My friends mind,Their own business.And I mind myContinue reading “A Friend To Me”