by James Wheatley
First raise a glassTo all our friendsAn' them as we count dear.Then raise a glassTo those we knowAn' them as we no fear.Next raise a glassTa all we hateAnd pray that they find cheer.Last raise a glassTo them now pastAn' wish that they were near.JW 25.1.2011
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