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My Friends Some friends I have known since I was a child. Others I have met from the actions of a smile. Any of your close friends can not be replaced, They help you with problems you have to face. I cherish my friends down deep in my heart. They know I will give my best from the start. Friends will do for you, but not for their self. Not selfish, but give rather than accept help. An enemy is no more than a wayward friend. Once they know you they change from within. I've lost many old friends who have gone home. God, takes the best home first, His very own. Childhood friends I was proud to call mine. To find them now would take a lot of time. We go from one friend to another in our lives. It's the old good friends you miss most in life. BY: Kings
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