Love and Friendship Love is like the wild rose-briar,Friendship like the holly-tree—The holly is dark when the rose-briar bloomsBut which will bloom most contantly? The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,Its summer blossoms scent the air;Yet wait till winter comes again And who wil call the wild-briar fair? Then scorn the silly rose-wreath nowAnd deck thee with the holly's sheen,That when December blights thy browHe may still leave thy garland green.
2/7/2002 12:00 am
mohammed says "hi"
dear asara,
how are you?im mohammed from palestine im 17 years old and i hope to make a friendship with you for ever,you have a mazing site like you and ihope to you best wishs to you.
faithfuly,
mohammed
