If you were blind my friend,
You would still know where I was,
As one wrong step could tell,
As I grab you under your arm.
Not my scent my friend,
Although the scent or smell could tell
Of the liquor and such were I dwell,
This is not how you’d see me well,
You’d know I was there.
My dear friend have no fear.
Make no mistake,
For if you were to make a million me and you,
As many of us that it would take,
We could stack upon each others shoulders,
Such a structure could not ever break
From earth to the Sun we could reach,
Not even such heat could ever breach,
The weathered friendship and years that teach,
Us how to be true in writ or speech
How to be true my friend at ones side or feet.
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