Alf Hutchison (8/7/1943 / South Africa)
By Alf Hutchison
To whom do you turn when sad and forlorn?
To a friend and thank the day she was born,
For she’ll listen to you, and she’ll understand
And in no time at all, your sad world seems grand.
Friendships are precious so guard them with care
That special someone whose secrets you share;
Friendships are fashioned in heaven above,
For faith in a friend…is the ultimate love.
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