Grace M. Jordan (Corsina, Texas, USA)
The vase can be broken, and thrown away.
The flowers will soon wither and then decay.
Friendship can't be bought, borrowed or stolen.
Friendship that is Friendship, is worth its weight in gold.
Friendship is only friendship, when it's given away.
Won't you be my friend today?
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