I found this poem on a tile in an op shop in Mount Isa:
Friendship is a chain of gold
Shaped in God's all-perfect mould
Each link a smile, a laugh, a tear
A grip of the hand, a word of cheer
As steadfast as the ages roll
Binding closer soul to soul,
No matter how far or heavy the load,
Sweet is the journey on Friendship's Road.
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