The gift of friendship arises,to be built on step by step
the good feelings that can`t be bought,spinning off lines cant be prepped
just watching you and skin bonding every meet,
puts a lovely feeling around me,you and Col a friendly treat.
Our crowd that bonds together,is something to behold
for it`s value is far greater,than a mountain made of gold
it costs nothing for politeness,nor to give a helping hand
nor to have a word when one is down, and head is in the sand.
The crack we have between us, is really so unique
i cannot complete this poem Trish,without a mention of ya beak ;)
nor the hamsters wheel,or tids slanty eyes,
but whatever goes around, we are all the loving kinda guys.