My sis-in-law needed a poem for her daughter on friendship. I googled a lot. And wrote this.
I pulled your hair
You smacked my head
I shot a pea
You wet my bed
I broke your pen
You stole my book
I tore your skirt
You refused to look
I said sorry
You said fine
I held your hand
You held mine
I cut my hair
To match yours
You wore my dress
I wore yours
He hurt you
I cried along
He loved you
I sang along
We met young
We lived long
This today
Is our friendship song
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