bex frankie and i cant spell her last name

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a friend is like a flower a rose to be exsact

or perhaps a friend is like a gate the never comes unlached

a friend is like a owl both beautiful and wise

or may be friend is like a ghost who's spirit never dies

a friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end

where would we be if we did not have our friends

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