Desmond-Friendship
Climbing the hill of friendship,with sweat, tears and laughter.
When dirt clots you friendship,
hatred comes into the picture.
Your pal is like the ice beneath your skates.
Hanging out, bonding, we still got through difficult times.
When we suceed we feel relief and happy, no doubts.
Desmond
Poetry by MA 5A
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Written on 2011-02-18 at 12:20
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