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Friends ©

William Carolan
Luton, England
2003

A child no more, but still my mind is clear
of all those friends I had who were so dear.
Where are they now, all scattered far and wide?
Though there were those who stayed by their own fireside,
who felt that Scotland was their home
and never felt the urge to roam.
Though others felt a greater feeling
to explore those countries they found so appealing;
to see the sights of far off lands;
go on safaris or laze on the sands.
Now looking back on those friends so dear,
sadly some are gone, I fear.
Those days together were always fun.
A comedian, there was always one.
I remember them all and I must say
those were some of my happiest days.


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