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Poor Young Christopher
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One Slum Prodigy's Poetybook
I recall you were asking for a friend,
And please let me impliment if I may;
Cannot find one on which to depend
When you go about it in the wrong way.
You have the heart that many don't,
But you cannot use it without a clue;
if you give in to what others always want,
You shall see that isn't anything you do.
One could purchase things so close,
But never intimate enough to a heart;
Money can buy a flower to your nose,
Yet it cannot get a friend to never part.
My poor friend, you have much to learn,
And only so little that you can see;
For your fortune is something you earn,
So remember you do not need it for me.
I shall the pal that asks not of your wealth,
Because my friendship goes a long way;
You can keep all that money for yourself,
Especially if you need it for one day.
