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Some people come, and some people go.
Some of those people you wish would stay.
Some are just like footsteps in the snow.
We wish that some would spend another day.
Some of those people have hearts of gold.
Some of those people have hearts of stone.
Some of those people are mean and cold.
But we like to talk to some on the phone.
Friends are those who help you when you are in need.
But enemies are those who laugh when you fall.
With friends you can do anything, talk or read.
With enemies, don't bother giving them a call.
Although we age and cannot stop time.
The love of friendship will forever chime.
This is a sonnet, by Cooliosis
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