Friendship
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Last published Thu, Jan 16, 2014
This poem is dedicated to my friends. They are one of the simple treasures in my life...
And I hope it's the same for you! :D
from the Little Terminator to the Giant Alien Unicorn (I'm refering to you Nicole-lini).
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