It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
Friends Friends Friends
Friends Friends Friends
by Eric Brooks
Friends, Friends, Friends.
Sometimes I wonder what are friends— Are they enemies on my smooth hands? Or are they who I think they are, my biggest fans? I’m loyal to the game cause it’s a steady aim Forget friends cause in the danger they’re quick to change.
Friends, Friends, Friends.