Biggbear he had his own den
where he worked with paper and pen
In came Rosy and Cookie
they took a lookie
And stayed with this "MAN" among men!
MY FRIENDSHIP FOR YOU
by biggbear8
We met by chance, and became friends by choice... Friendship is a strange and wonderful thing....we find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives...things we don't even share with our families who raised us... what is a friend? A confidant? A lover? A fellow chat addict? A shoulder to cry on? an ear to listen? a heart to feel? someone to hold you during thunderstorms?... A friend is all these things...and more. No matter where we met, .... I call you my friend. A word so small...yet so large in feeling...a word full of emotions.
It is true great things come in small packages. Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed... it is a constant book always being written...waiting to be read... and enjoyed. We may have our disagreements...we may even argue... we worry about one another...friendship is a unique bond that lasts through all....
A part of my heart is put into my friends...some it is my sense of humor... some it is my listening ear... some is even real life experiences... some it is my romanticism and love...but with all, it is our friendship.
Friendships forged are constructed stronger than steel, built as a foundation....necessary for life... and necessary for love. Friends...you and me... you brought another friend.. and then I brought a friend now there is 4... we started our group... Our circle of friends... hoping to make the circle bigger...and like that circle... there is no beginning or end...
where he worked with paper and pen
In came Rosy and Cookie
they took a lookie
And stayed with this "MAN" among men!


MY FRIENDSHIP FOR YOU
by biggbear8
We met by chance, and became friends by choice... Friendship is a strange and wonderful thing....we find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives...things we don't even share with our families who raised us... what is a friend? A confidant? A lover? A fellow chat addict? A shoulder to cry on? an ear to listen? a heart to feel? someone to hold you during thunderstorms?... A friend is all these things...and more. No matter where we met, .... I call you my friend. A word so small...yet so large in feeling...a word full of emotions.
It is true great things come in small packages. Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed... it is a constant book always being written...waiting to be read... and enjoyed. We may have our disagreements...we may even argue... we worry about one another...friendship is a unique bond that lasts through all....
A part of my heart is put into my friends...some it is my sense of humor... some it is my listening ear... some is even real life experiences... some it is my romanticism and love...but with all, it is our friendship.
Friendships forged are constructed stronger than steel, built as a foundation....necessary for life... and necessary for love. Friends...you and me... you brought another friend.. and then I brought a friend now there is 4... we started our group... Our circle of friends... hoping to make the circle bigger...and like that circle... there is no beginning or end...