Rhyme

Onions

Whenever onions make me cry
I think of when we first met
Slicing onions in the kitchen
We didn’t know yet
What dear friends we’d become
Crying over sorrow that would come
Bigger tears than onions bring
But sweeter joy and laughter ring
From a friendship made
B
y the King of Kings

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