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) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2026 18:42
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