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Aren't friends great? I was in a sticky situation the other day and she threw me a stick and pulled me out of it. Today I realized that boys will come and boys will go, but friends stay through it all. Friends are golden, and will never tarnish.
here's a poem I thoguht of but i got the basic pattern from the religious poem.

while walking along the shore
picking up shells
with my close friend
watching my life go on
I see my good times and bad
Through the good times
I look back and see two sets of footprints,
my friend's and mine
And through the bad
i look back and see
only one set
This troubles me deeply
I say to my friend:
you say you were always there,
yet in my bad times
I see only one set of our footprints
why did you leave me?
and she replies:
My friend,
it is true there is only one set
but then, I did not abandon you
I carried you through your hard times.




Tell your friends how greatful you are to them, they will never forget it.