Friendship (The Truth of it)

   (The Truth of it)

Finds his rest where day winks glistened beams
robin rocks intoxicating slumber
mischief grin eternal though hushed in dreams.
An eye naught misses, hears from narrow squint
rustling feet tells mister quits there,
blinks his sleepy eye,
journeys to another place.


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