It is my joy in life to find
at every turning of the road
the strong arm of a comrade kind
to help me onward with my load.
And since I have no gold to give
and love alone must make amends,
my only prayer is while I live,
God, make me worthy of my friends.
- Unknown
Monday, September 12, 2005
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