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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
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
Lovely Jo-Anne. Such precious words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jo-anne for that bit of sunshine.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jo-Anne. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThe older I get the more I appreciate exactly what this poem is saying.
ReplyDeleteSweet words. Friends are THE BEST!
ReplyDeleteMargaret D....Indeed
ReplyDeleteDebby.......I agree
Rosie......Oh yeah
Karen......That's for sure
Agnieszka......That it dooes
Mamma.......So true