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Susan K. Rowse

My Fruitloop

He's a little of genius...a little by-polar
He's tall and goofy and comes in colors
My friend who needs me as I need him
Looking good while always grim
Talking proud then switching lanes
Making my day or giving me pains
Sending the roses to ease the hurt
Always moody...sometimes the flirt
Fruitloop partner to this silly woman
I hate him going then dread him coming
Friend of worth who seldom smiles
Still the friend who'd walk a mile
Devoted pal of eager tears
The friend I'll love for all my years
So much the hero to my needs
He sees the flower in my weeds
I adore each quiet and tiny whimper
Every nuance...but not the temper
But friends you know are the treasure
With heart-to-hearts in any weather.