My Best Friend
My best friend (at the time)Could be rather cold.
But had a hot temper
Spitting fire.
No conscience
Nor scruples
And if required
Would have killed me.
Equally at home
In victory or defeat
How long before he joins me?
Obsolete.
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2007-11-04 at 14:02
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