Shoot the moon

 My friend 

what is it you  mean to me
You listen to my problems

Never judge

Think of options

Sometimes fudge

Share my triumphs and my lows

Give support and rarely carp 

Hah!  makes you seem

 like an angel with a harp
However there is that other side

Wicked humour 

sometimes snide

gossip and rumour

your stock in trade

you take no prisoners if you are right

talk very loudly all the time

tend to behave badly when out at night

 

But my friend you are the best, a boon

you make me happy you make me sane

together we shout at the moon.
Updated version of my friend


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