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StaceyLeigh Olner

(9/2/1992 / burton-upon-trent)

Best Friends...


Best friends are great,
They may fight at times,
But they make up and have a laugh,
They tell each other secrets,
They have sleep overs,
They do everything together,
They dont go behind your back,
And tell rumours,
They're there if you need a shoulder to cry on,
They can have a girly day,
And do each others hair and make-up,
They can talk about boys,
And who they like,
You can tell them everything,
Best friends are the best,
They dont stab you in the back,
They are great.

i wrote this about an ideal best friend, who everyone would love to have.

Submitted: Thursday, November 29, 2007
Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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