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My Silent Friend
I told him of a life
I never led
adventures on a foreign sea
where I clashed with swords
my enemies disappeared
I strode the hero that I was
a colossus over the
my legions fanned across the plains
He sat and listened
a little smile on his thin face
I was a great lover
of mythical fame
maidens with innocent eyes
followed me from place to place
my theories changed the world
a world once weary
turned to me
my accolade was their support
a roar of approval
their final gift
Suddenly I reached for him
Don't ever leave I cried
He sat and listened
my silent friend
a little smile on his thin face
Jack Mashman
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