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From the garden of a friend; Than to have the choicest flowers When my stay on earth must end. I would rather have a pleasant word In kindness said to me; Than flattery, when my heart is still And life has ceased to be. I would rather have a loving smile From friends I know are true; Than tears shed 'round my casket When to this world I bid adieu. Give me all your flowers today Whether pink or white or red; I'd rather have one blossom now, Than a truckload when I am dead. CLICK HERE TO EMAIL THIS PAGE TO A FRIEND |
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