Friends will come and friends will go. Some you never really know.
But a friend for life is worth a pot of gold. And that friend you better
hold.
Squeeze them tight, hold on for life. And that friend will help
eliminate strife.
Tell them yours joys as well as your fears. And that friend will stay
through the tears.
So this poem is for you, my friend in deed. Fore you have always been
there if I was in need.
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