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he who has many friends does not have one

to spare, And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere. But he who has few friends always has a friend to spare, And he who has no enemies won’t have to hide or run in fear. It’s better to have just a few close friends, Than to have many so-called friends who don’t have time to spare. For a true friend is worth more than all the wealth in the world, For they will always be there to lend a hand or a listening ear. So make sure to value your true friends and hold them dear, For they are the ones who will be there for you through the years. -Author Unknown Dedicated to God, and all friends of bloggers txt by ~ –rhm–897 Share & Like: Our Friend A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows A friend is like gold that you should treasure And take care of forever and ever A friend is like an angel that is there to guide you A friend is someone you can trust out of a few We all need a friend to stand by our side No matter what our problems, in whom we can confide A friend is like a hand that is always holding yours No matter how close or how far apart A friend is someone who is always there and will always care A friend is a feeling of forever in our heart. A friend is someone who loves you, true And never turns their back on you But shares your pain and lends a hand Through good times and bad, they’ll understand A friend knows you for who you are A confidant, a shining star A friend is honest and will never lie But will stand beside you until the day you die. So if there’s one thing you should do Its thank your friends for being there for you For they are special from the start And live forever in your heart. – Author Unknown Dedicated to God, and all friends of bloggers txt by ~ –rhm–897 IF By Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream-and not make dreams your master; If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And-which is more-you’ll be a Man, my