Poem By T. P. Martin

I'd like to put you in my pocket, so you would be there for me,
When things got rough and out of hand, I know your help, would always set me free.
I remember when we were little, you, I liked to be around,
When things were good or bad, you picked me up, you never put me down.
If I had you in my pocket, we would catch up on the fun,
We could sit around and talk about, all the things we've done.
But I guess I'll have to be, content while we're apart,
Knowing that you've always been, right here, I keep you in my heart.

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