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Drea's a True Friend


People often question Drea's sanity, but she's my best friend, and that's the way it will always be. She's fun, funny, smart, and as cute as can be. She loves me so dearly, and that means a lot to me. If I trade in my Orange and Blue for war-chant and Bobby B. Drea's the only gator fan that isn't going to hate me. Finding a friend like Drea is something hard to do. She's once in a lifetime, that most certainly is true. If you think this poem is creepy, than you don't understand. I love Drea, because she's a true friend.
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Stirks93
I was 14 years old when I wrote this poem; Drea was 12 years old at the time. This poem totally embodies are friendship and personalities at that point in time. It's amazing how life drifted us apart a few years ago. However, still today when I read this poem, I can feel that connection I had with her.

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