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| موضوع: الصداقة مع الله بالغة الانجليزية الأحد أبريل 03, 2011 1:44 am | |
| My Friend
He arrives early and leaves the same.
Hums out loud, fantisizes of fame.
Twitches his lip and tells a tail,
Which picks me up without any fail.
His fingers on the table to beg and plead.
And sarcastically asks for what he needs.
So slowly I become his friend,
With every word and every end.
And if the day comes when he will know,
I'll have the answer to the joke he'll throw
Talk about movies and that song you heard,
The amusing times encouraged by a word.
"Mulligatawny, ooh that feels good,"
Laughing more than anyone should.
Our bond is natural, but no one would expect,
All the things you say are out of respect.
So even more becoming my pal,
In a pentagon is written "Supergal"
And when I can someday be so brave,
I won't take my secret to the grave.
I weave my web and hope he gets cault,
I have things to say, he has a lot.
Dropping everything to hear a sound,
There are secrets, many I've found.
Embarrassing? Who cares, I won't say,
For every one, I can't tell what I'd pay.
So I am a super good friend,
With each game I hope to win.
Playing a joke and my mind,
I will remember my friend so kind.
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