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When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway.
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more.
Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease.
When we dance you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me.
Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you.
Only you have the magic technique When we sway I go weak.
Michael Buble; Sway.

Saturday, July 21, 2007, 3:19 AM

They make me laugh.

They make me smile.

Things suddenly don't seem half as bad when they are around.

They shed light in the darkest times, make you see things from a different perspective.

Mold you into someone better.

They are.

My friends, and I love them bucket loads and yes, it applies to both genders.

* this is not a poem ah!*