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MY BESTEST FRIEND

I've had a lot of friends throughout my time, But one in parrticular comes to mind. Always glad to see me at the end of day, Always a smile and something pleasant to say. He had rather play ball than eat. And oh, was he quick on his feet. Not only that, he was a heck of a swimmer; When he got out, his hair would just glimmer. At times I would treat him too rough. He showed me he was the one who was tough. Never a complaint did I hear from him. It didn't matter if life was bright or dim. Owned an old 1966 Chevrolet truck. Had to ride in the back; that was his luck. Wind in his face like he's running a race. After the trip, he could eat pigskins by the case. Sandy introduced him to me when he was little. He had a twin sister, both fit as a fiddle. We didn't need two, so I gave one away; Always a void from the place where she lay. Of all the friends I've had throughout time, The very best of all comes to mind. After all this time I must confide, The best of all was a dog named Clyde. by Dwayne Garner

GETTING OLD

You tell me I am getting old; I tell you that's not so! The "house" I live in is worn out, And that, of course, I know. It's been in use a long, long while; it's weathered many a gale. I'm really not surprised you think It's getting somewhat frail. The color's changing on the roof, The window's getting dim, The wall a bit transparent and looking rather thin. The foundation's not so steady As once it used to be. My "house" is getting shaky, But my "house" isn't me! A few short years can't make me old; I feel I'm in my youth. Eternity lies just ahead, a life of joy and truth. I'm goiig to live forever there; Life will go on - it's grand! My "house" is getting old? You just don't understand! The dweller in my little "house" Is young and bright and gay, Just starting on a life To last throughout eternal day. You only see the outside, Which is all that most folks see. You tell me I am getting old? You've mixed up my house with me! Submitted by Otis Rainwater