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Thursday, 14 February 2013

My Friendship poem


...Friendship...

Friendships flavour tastes like scrumptious pizza baked fresh from the oven.

Friendship smells like a wonderful apple tree that has eventually grown from a tiny little seed.

Friendship feels like being proud of your results after a difficult test.

Friendship sounds like a colourful parrot talking English.

Friendship looks like cooperative friends performing a hilarious creative dance.

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