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Jan 20
A friend is like a ring of gold,
Its value known by those who hold,

Friends are few and far between,
Loyal, true, opinions keen.

On dark nights when tears often flow,
At times in life nowhere to go,

A heart that's broke and cannot heal,
To give advice, a love that's real.

Always there in times of need,
Healing wisdom, words to heed,

The brightest star within the sky,
No price to pay, no reason why.

A sack of Gold within his hand,
The stranger walked into the land,
To buy and sell, or some to lend,
And yet the gold brought him no friend.

In a life where things can rot or rust,
Where all must die, return to dust,

There is no thing which one can hold,
Except a friend worth more than gold.

If you find this precious gift,
That friend who truly spirits lift,

Do not betray, do not forget,
For those who do will long regret.

Β©Words of a withering soul
To all the true friends out there ..
Words of a withering soul
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Words of a withering soul  17/Two-Spirit/A poet's workshop
(17/Two-Spirit/A poet's workshop)   
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