Dear Abby,


I'm the one that you love to hate,
But can't help but appreciate.
The one you trust and don't know why.
The one who must not let you cry.

If your down, I'll pick you up.
If half empty, I'll fill your cup.
Here's to the good times in the past.
Memories which will always last.

Here's to the future and what it holds.
Summer's heat, and winter's cold.
Enjoy them all and truth be told,
I'll still love you when we're both old.

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