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THIS IS WHAT A SISTA OF DA NORTH WROTE TO ME YESTERDAY!
SHE'S SUCH A WONDERFUL SISTA AND FRIEND
A Friend's Greeting
I'd like to be the sort of friend that
you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that
you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.
I'd like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies
and leave them only blue;
I'd like to say the kindly things that
I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you've stirred.
I'd like to give you back the joy
that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
I hope will never be;
I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,
who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to
lean upon.
I'm wishing at this time that I
could but repay
A portion of the gladness that
you've strewn along my way;
And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.
Your Friend.Dona
Cherished FriendsGod must have known there would be times
We'd need a word of cheer,
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of "little things"
In order to appreciate
The happiness life brings.I think He knew our troubled hearts
Would sometimes throb with pain,
At trials and misfortunes,
Or goals we can't attain.He knew we'd need the comfort
Of an understanding heart
To give us strength and courage
To make a fresh, new start.He knew we'd need companionship,
Unselfish... lasting... true,
And so God answered the heart's great need
With cherished friends... like you!Always friends,
luv ya !
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Tiniest cabinThis Yankee from Long Island
was hiking through the mountains of
north Georgia when he came upon the
tiniest cabin he had ever seen in his life.
Intrigued, he went up and knocked on the door."Anybody home?" he asked."Yep," came a kid's voice through the door."Is your father there?" asked the tourist."Pa? Nope, he left afore Ma came in,"
said the kid."Well, is your mother there?"
persisted the tourist."Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here,"
said the kid."But," protested the Yankee,
"are you never together as a family?""Sure, but not here," said the kid through the door."This is the outhouse!"
