Friendship’s a flower…blossoming in spring
Or perchance thorny offering…besieged by
Winter’s withering
Summer’s sun, untroubled fun
Plants roots in fertile Earth
Autumn’s chill oft’ times will
Result in rapport dearth
Handshakes, hugs and smiles wane
Reduced to stale insipid grain
As the search renews again
Seeds mired in mud
A “friend” stems the blood
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