By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 13, 2015 Friends By George H. Brimhall We were boys together,Just little lads at play;We were friends together,And each one had his way. We were youths together,And camped in forests wild;We were friends together,Where maidens on us smiled. We were men together,In happiness and grief;We were friends together,And neither one was chief. He passed beyond and left me;Oft times I’m lonely here;But Death has n...
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