Friends are many Friendships are few I adore the ones that we can pick up from   where we flew   Along my life's journey  I've made some enemies;  one or two It's only cos I highly value What you do with the trust I give  Birds of a feather they say flock together But I'm sorry if I beg to differ  When true colours of a heart match with another  It doesn't bother me; even if it's of  a different feather  

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