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My PoemCategory: (general)
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
10:51:14 PM (GMT)
     Friends are like clouds. They were always there and will always be there. They
are there during your bad days and they are there on the good days. Every friend you
get has a story, and as their friend, you should be ready to listen. Some people are
more fortunate than outhers, they have a good home and caring parents. Outhers have
parents who don't care what their children do or where they are. Those people need
good friends who have time to help them if they need help andlisten to them if they
need someone to talk to.
    If you have many friends who have good parents and a nice steady home, try to
stay over with them if you don't. And if you have friends who don't have very much,
try to help them out. Give them cloths and food and every once in a while, invite
them over for lunch or a sleepover. Try to be a good friend and be as nice as you can
because you don't even begin to know what the feeling to not be loved or cared fore
until you put yourself in someone elses shoes.
   Just remimber that if you have a friend or even know someone who might neet some
help, then lend a helping hand. Think of what it might feel like to know that you
don't have money or parents who care about you. Be thankful that you have what you
have and nothing less. And to those who don't have much, there is always HOPE.

pop_rockprincess32 says :   29 May 2008   427387  
wow,thats nice  lov it


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