Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Today, as I wait for painkillers to take effect after some dental work, I quote a poem written by my Dad:


‘Tis hard to find a friend
That stays a friend forever;
Not wavering in loyalty
But there, and changing never.

But friends there are to have
Who patiently wait for us;
Never thinking selfishly,
And wouldn’t dream to bore us.

Yes, friends there are to keep
So dear, and always will be
Our books, that sit on dusty shelves –
For us in deepest loyalty.


Gret I like the new layout

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