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Click hereWe met playing poker
Such a wonderful man
A wise, caring creature
I'm blessed to call friend
He's picked up the pieces
Of my shattered heart
And glued them together
For my brand-new start
I knew him before
I'll know him again
This wonderful man
I'm blessed to call friend
He's exorcised demons
I held deep within
Helped me realize
It was not My sin
I truly am blessed
To call this man friend
His name I can't give
But we're friends to the end.
at some point in their lives needs to have an exorcist for a friend.
The rhythm took me awhile to find, but the sentiment of the poem is gorgeous.