For Auld Lang Syne by Ray Woodward
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--_Francis Bacon_. * * * * * And thou, my friend, whose gentle love Yet thrills my bosom's chords, How much thy friendship was above Description's power of words. --_Lord Byron_. * * * * * As friendship must be founded on mutual esteem, it cannot long exist among the vicious. --_Horace Smith_. * * * * * A friend is worth all the hazards we can run. --_Edward Young_. * * * * * A true friend is forever a friend. --_George MacDonald_. |
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