Monday, 14 December 2009
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The pleasures of friendship are exquisite,
How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit!
I go to my friend, we walk on the grass,
And the hours and moments like minutes pass.

Stevie Smith

Note: She’s a lady – not a man. Florence Margaret Smith’s her real name. And regarding her poem, how true! (:


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