Treasure Island

Lawanna Holt

(7-23-86; female)

True Friendship


Friendship is like a flower.
Friendship is like a good people who will never hurt you.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.

Friendship is like a very good book.
Friendship is like a very good CD.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.

Friendship is like everlasting.
Friendship is like a bed of flowers it just gets prettier.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.

Friendship is like cute kittens.
Friendship is like your very delicious favorite cake you like.
Friendship is like a rose it just gets prettier.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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