From the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
In Kindness said to me,
Than flattery when the heart is still
And life has ceased to be.
From friends I know are true,
Than tears shed round my casket
When this world I've bid adieu.
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when I'm dead!
~ Author Unknown ~
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