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The friend I haven’t yet met

We’ll be soaring high over Melbourne, a curious twinkle in our eyes,
Confident of our bounty, open to surprise.
I’ll love the inner city – its smoky skyline, noisy quiet,
Be staying up past nine, and on a meaty diet.
You’ll have fallen for the ocean, with its magnetic surf,
Bought a tent for camping, and esky for our thirst.
We’ll have talked a lot of bull shit, in an effort to connect,
Told exaggerated stories, hoping for respect.
We’ll have hidden insecurities, to appear really tough,
Put a lid on paranoia, until it got too much.
We’ll have purged through the big stuff, be working on the rest,
As we wrap each other up in friendship, one of the absolute best.
We’ll have condensed a lifetime into one extraordinary year.
And I’ll have found a best mate – wildly playful, and sincere.

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