Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree ... thy brow He still may leave thy garland green. Note: this poem is included for reference purposes, please refer to your ...
My best friends Molly and Maya (they're twins) and Josephine waved at me. "Hey guys," I said casually, biting into a chicken and pesto panini, "you know that history project on the second world war?