Poem Twenty-Seven
Friend
Sadness came one day when,
a problem occurred with my dear friend,
we tried to render first aid and then,
the problem returned all over again.
I miss my friend as the resting begins.
How will I get by without my friend?
My thoughts are on the friend I crave,
my hard working little microwave
needs some work for me to save.
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