The older I get
the more I appreciate
the friends I had
in my formative years
who were fun, jovial, excited
who were wild, eager, and never boring
who never gave a damn
whether or not
life was right or wrong
who just kept singing and
keep on singing
3,000 miles east and
even when I’m out of tune
I’m still fondly listening
to the chorus.
Words Of An Average White Male 
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Thank you. Nothing like old friends.
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Old friends don’t need the explanation and know all the words to our particular tune – lovely poem
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Thanks for commenting. I think I agree with you here.
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I loved this. Thank you
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Thank you.
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