FRIENDS

Atilio, José, María Fernanda, & Marisol

JEAN KYLER MCMANUS

FRIENDS

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�A friend is someone we turn to�when our spirits need a lift.�A friend is someone we treasure�for our friendship is a gift.�A friend is someone who fills our lives�with beauty, joy, and grace.�And makes the whole world we live in�a better and happier place.��

THE MIRACLE OF FRIENDSHIP

�There is a miracle called Friendship�that dwells within the heart�and you don't know how it happens�or when it even starts.��But the happiness it brings you�always gives a special lift�and you realize that Friendship�is God's most precious gift.

EDGAR A GUEST

A FRIEND´S GREETING

��I'd like to be the sort of friend that�you have been to me;�I'd like to be the help that�you've been always glad to be;��I'd like to mean as much to you�each minute of the day�As you have meant, old friend of mine,�to me along the way.��I'd like to do the big things and�the splendid things for you,�To brush the gray from out your skies�and leave them only blue;��I'd like to say the kindly things that�I so oft have heard,�And feel that I could rouse your soul�the way that mine you've stirred.��I'd like to give you back the joy�that you have given me,�Yet that were wishing you a need�I hope will never be;��I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,�who travel on�Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to�lean upon.��I'm wishing at this time that I�could but repay�A portion of the gladness that�you've strewn along my way;��And could I have one wish this year,�this only would it be:�I'd like to be the sort of friend�that you have been to me.�

NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO AND HOW YOU ARE FRIENDSHIP WILL LAST FOREVER!!!!

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

• BORN FEBRUARY 27 OF 1807
• DIED MARCH 24 OF 1882

ANOTHER FRIENDSHIP POEM

I shot an arrow into the air,�It fell to earth, I knew not where;�For so swiftly it flew, the sight�Could not follow it in its flight.� �I breathed a song into the air,�It fell to earth, I knew not where;�For, who has sight so keen and strong�That it can follow the flight of song?� �Long, long afterward, in an oak�I found the arrow, still unbroke;�And the song, from beginning to end,�I found again in the heart of a friend.�BY: HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW (1807-1882)

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SHEL SILVERSTEIN

• BORN SEPTEMBER 25 OF 1930
• DIED MAY 8 199 BY A HEART ATTACK

FRIENDSHIP

• Friendship is the deepest thing you will ever have,�Singing and dancing,�Leaping and Sleeping,�Oh just remember those days..�Friendship is not like,�You met a person,�Say we talked in bits,�So we are best friends,�No!�Its about helping each other when ever in need,�This is also called a nice deed,�Working Together,�Sharing things,�Even if want to cry,�Just cry with your best friend,�Its better,�You talk, send sms and even write a letter,�So this is called FRIEND SHIP!
• BY : SHEL SILVERSTEIN

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FRIENDS UNTIL THE END

• Day and night you give me light,�Whenever I'm out of sight.�You always ask the breeze,�To wipe away all my tears,�Whenever I can sense the fear.��You are the sun that lights my day,�And the stars that brighten my way.�You are like a firefly that kisses me goodnight,�With light so bright during a blue starry night.��The flowers sob because it turns this way,�But it should reach its very last day. �A distance from sky to land can't keep us apart,�For you will always be in my heart.
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Samreena Lodhi

FRIENDSHIP

From the departure of all worries�Refreshing beams from a source�In a new way with a bloom�Every passing moment is with this�No more troubles and no more pain�Destined for this path only to gain�Sailing through the winds on this thread�Hiking through the perils of this world�It's a relationship with your friends�Passage and shelter, from all trends �

By Samreena Lodhi

Bernadette Mayer

On Gifts For Grace

 I saw a great teapot

I wanted to get you this stupendous 100% cotton royal blue and black checked shirt,

There was a red and black striped one too Then

I saw these boots at a place called Chuckles

They laced up to about two inches above your ankles

All leather and in red, black or purple

It was hard to have no money today

I won't even speak about the possible flowers and kinds of lingerie

All linen and silk with not-yet-perfumed laces

Brilliant enough for any of the

Graces Full of luxury, grace notes, prosperousness and charm

But I can only praise you with this poem—

Its being is the same as the meaning of your name

by Bernadette Mayer

Richard Brautigan

Your Catfish Friend

If I were to live my life

in catfish forms

in scaffolds of skin and whiskers

at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by

one evening

when the moon was shining

down into my dark home

and stand there at the edge

of my affection

and think, "It's beautiful

here by this pond. I wish

somebody loved me,"

I'd love you and be your catfish

friend and drive such lonely

thoughts from your mind

and suddenly you would be

at peace,

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and ask yourself, "I wonder

if there are any catfish

in this pond? It seems like

a perfect place for them.“

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By: Richard Brautigan

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Employe discount

• It's nice to know that I can count�On you as a friend, On account�Of this dress(OR shirt)I would buy�If I had enough. Why�Don't you share your employee discount?

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Dr John Celes

A Lost Friendship

• You were my friend then: now almost stranger! �Our friendship appeared once very glorious; �What happened meantime, gives me great anger; �Our friendship no longer remains serious. ��Fool you were, to be misled by others, �Who drove a giant wedge ’midst our friendship; �Cut off is our friendship, which me bothers; �A nadir has come in our relationship. ��What years of intimacy have been lost? �You’ve been foolish, very much on your part; �Our friendship today is just but a ghost; �Won’t your eyes see the true love in my heart? ��Dear friend however, you can’t be my foe; �I hope that our friendship, blossoms once more!
• BY: Dr. john celes

Ellora Sen-Gupta

My Favorite Friend ... �

I was strolling though the park,

When I came upon a girl my age.

She was staring at the ducks swimming by.

I questioned her,

"What is your favorite animal?"

She turned to me and answered,

"I adore puppies;

The way they jump up to greet you,

They are so happy and bouncy."

She tilted her head and asked me,

"Do you have favorite animals?"

I sat down next to her,

"I like pigs,

Not any type of pig,

But the kind nobody likes;

The neglected pigs that have no one to care for them."

We walked over to the swings.

I found out her favorite color was green;

Mint green with a frosty tinge.

I told her my favorite color was blue;

The kind of blue that hangs in the sky --

Slowly fading to a navy night blue.

Her favorite taste to savor

Is fresh vegetable soup,

With a lot of potatoes,

Just baked,

Floating around in it.

Mine is the taste of warm milk with honey dribbled in it;

You drink it right before you climb into bed.

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LHer favorite smell-

Are ruby red roses,

Sprinkled with morning dew.

Mine is the smell of

Freshly picked fruit,

ying in a bowl.

She lay down on the emerald grass,

And looked at the sky

She told me her favorite season was autumn

Because it was a time for thanks and giving.

And golden rusty orange leaves drifting to the ground.

My favorite season is snowy winter up in the north,

Crystal snowflakes settle on my tongue.

I love making snow angels.

I picked up a pretty flower,

And she asked me,

"Do you have a hobby?

What is your favorite one?"

I thought for a moment

And then I told her,

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S"I love to collect teddy bears,

Old ones, new ones, soft, fuzzy,

Any bear that is in need of a home

Can always come with me!"

She said her favorite hobby was to sleep the night away,

To rest after a hard day's work.

The girl told me her favorite sound

he loves to wake up to the friendly twittering of sparrows.

I love the sound of fresh water

Trickling down a small stream.

Since we were on the "sound" topic,

My new friend asked me what my favorite type of music was.

I told her I liked pop

Because it has a beat that you love to dance and sing to.

She said she liked classical music

Because it could be sad and haunting

Or it could be long and beautiful.

Her eyes wandered to a lone pine tree,

"Do you like Christmas?"

She questioned me.

"Yes, it is my favorite holiday!"

I explained to her.

"You spend the holiday with your family and friends,

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TAnd eat good Christmas dinners.

"What is your favorite holiday?"

She paused a moment before answering,

And when you look up

he sun is waving goodbye to you

In its mny arms of orange, pink, red, blue and yellow.

I looked at my friend,

"It is getting late,

I had better run home.

Maybe you and I will meet again!"

And so we said farewell,

And parted our separate ways

Hoping to find the otherAt the park

The next time

"Chanukah

Because you can spend eight whole days with your friends and family,

And have feasts every night!"

I looked up at the sky,

I asked my new friend what her favorite time of day was.

She said it was in the early morning,

When the air is crisp,

And the grass sparkling with dew.

Dusk, I told her, was my favorite time of day,

Because the air is cool,

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