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My Best Friend

My Best Friend
By Muhammed Jammeh

This man next door
saw him at the store
now his son is my
best friend its like
stuck pants we are
tight we don’t talk
we show sports
and games all day
he comes over the Summer
when he leaves it’s a bummer
every summer it gets funner
we play sports on a basketball court
he lives in Pittsburgh home of the Steelers
so I’m all about the big D we always get victory
we disagree but we because we are friends we’re TIGHT

This poem makes me...
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