All my friends,
are dear to me.
Oh when the storm comes,
they're as close as family.
All my friends,
are the ones I chose.
If I hear them knocking,
you know I can't refuse.
We'll face the winds,
and break the strongest of trees.
And beckon for the sweet, soft, summer breeze.
All my friends.
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Joy is the best makeup
-Anne Lamott
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