April 27, 2012
Friends come and go.
but I think I know,
when one is true
because, I have you!

Together, friends sew
And make dough.
They make stew
And for crafts they glue.

They trot up hills slow
And plough through snow.
And together they live up to
Their fantasy dream view.

Together they grow,
And remember long ago.
All in all, friends stick it through
And I’m glad I have you!

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