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you’re 2000 light years from a poem
My frenz
Don’t need make amends
Nor commend
Extend or intend
Without contempt
Or facetious bent
evil eye
Nor be born in Lent
I would like to comment
Friends aren’t made
In cement
But hallow born
Just like consent
Mine arms around
In supplement
And when I cast
With wide intent
Don’t let he
Or her invent
Mysterious ways
Just punishment
Make it fair as white
Yet twice as bright
And make it care
Don’t bring to bear
Nor banishment
Encouragement
An angel’s tool
Not the opposite
The just played fool
Purveyor of
The golden rule
