Mom said,
Friends are look like bees,
When the honey run out, the rest will be thrown away..
Dad said,
Friends look like roses,
They looked wonderful, but painful when we touched them..
Grandma said,
Friends can be such a moon,
They are adored and admired, but away off there..
Grandpa said,
Friends are like water,
They will keep flowing..
Cousin said,
Friends seem to be like food,
They can be good or bad to us.
Brother said,
Friend like a cow,
Just follow the talk.
Sister said,
Friends can be like durian,
Keep a pleasant smell, but rotten flesh inside.
Baby said,
Friends can be biscuits,
Sometimes they appear next to us,
Sometimes they disappeared away from us.
But what can I say,
What ever the friends are looked like,
They are always be my friends.
Why???
When our friends are doing something good and beneficial,
Go to join them, but if it is otherwise,
Do not isolate them,
But try hardly to pull their hands up to well being..
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