A friend is like a flower, A rose, to be exact. Or maybe like a brand-new gate, That never comes unlatched. A friend is like an owl, Both beautiful and wise. Or perhaps a friend like a ghost, Whose spirit never dies. A friend is like those blades of grass, You can never seem to mow, Standing straight and tall and proud, In a perfect little row. A friend is like a heart that goes on strong until the end. Where would we be in this world, If we did not have friends?Birth sign: Not entered
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