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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Crony</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a friend, a breezy friend<br> I liked an awful lot;<br>And in his company no end<br> Of happiness I got.<br>We clicked in temper, taste and mood,<br> We gypsied side by side,--<br>And then, as no pal ever should,<br> He upped and died.<br> <br>A score of years have since gone by,<br> Yet I bemoan him still;<br>He used to call me Bob and I<br> Was wont to call him Bill.<br>Oh how I wish that he were here,<br> How we would bravely walk<br>On heather hills to tavern cheer,<br> And talk and talk!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If as he always used to do,<br> He'd just drop in to tea,<br>To rest awhile and jest awhile,<br> How chirpy I would be!<br>Then he would puff his pipe of briar<br> And I my cigarette,<br>And we would yarn beside the fire,<br> And time forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Pal, come back a little while,<br> If just to let me say<br>How much I miss your jolly smile<br> Now you have gone away.<br>Ah, when in life's allotted span<br> We near our journey's end,<br>What greater treasure is there than<br> A Golden Friend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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 I liked an awful lot;
And in his company no end
 Of happiness I got.
We clicked in temper, taste and mood,
 We gypsied side by side,--
And then, as no pal ever should,
 He upped and died.
 
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