Thursday 9 April 2020

Thursday's Words

Friendship is like a garden of'
flowers, fine and rare;
It cannot reach perfection except
through loving care;
Then, new and lovely blossoms with
each new day appear-----
for Friendship, like a garden grows
in beauty year by year

6 comments:

  1. Lovely Jo-Anne. Such precious words.

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  2. Thank you Jo-anne for that bit of sunshine.

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  3. The older I get the more I appreciate exactly what this poem is saying.

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  4. Sweet words. Friends are THE BEST!

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  5. Margaret D....Indeed

    Debby.......I agree

    Rosie......Oh yeah

    Karen......That's for sure

    Agnieszka......That it dooes

    Mamma.......So true

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