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FriendsI useta bring my tools and tune up her old ChevetteOr drop by for drinks when her boy was in bedWe’d clink our Bud cans and share a toastLaugh about old movies and tv showsShe said she wore a Shirley Feeny bob till she was 15I was a geek like Squiggy until I joined the marinesI could always relate to her, more than neighbors we were Friends who could share our thoughts and feelingsAnd not be afraid of what we were revealingPeople who give others what they lackWithout expecting something backAlways there with an ear to lendI’d be lost without my friendsI showed her son how to make shelves in my workshopHelped him handle that older bully from up the blockHung a basket over his carport doorOn weekends we’d play a little “horse”His mom said lately he’d been quiet and withdrawnHe crawled in a shell of shyness when his dad passed onTold him I’d lost my father, too…and what helped me get through wasChorus Love is seeing something in another, we didn’t see beforeWe both saw it in a kiss, ‘neath her backyard sycamoreThough people often change after they wedWe still jaw about MASH watching the red sunsetHer boy called me “dad” while helping with the car one dayBut what means the most is that we’ll always stayChorus…©2007 Robert George