(November 2,1988 / Somewhere over the Rainbow)

The Pleasures Of Friendship

The pleasures of friendship are exquisite,
How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit!
I go to my friend, we walk on the grass,
And the hours and moments like minutes pass.

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yes we are just destinedto die unless we find ur real self unless we accept the fate in a positive mind Sacrificed to the 'greater cause' With no control of Their destiny's. beautiful thought 10