As the days grow cold
As my hands grow old
As my life is near its end
The greatest pleasure that I had
Was calling you "my friend"
(c) 2-6--2024
6-23-2026/RjH
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Author:
Raymond Hansell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Friendship
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Comments1
Beautiful as a tribute and declaration well written
Thank you.
You are most welcome
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