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"Friend" L. Gard

He had no gift of charm to win his way
Into the hearts around

                                   
He had no dream heights where his thoughts might stray
                                        
He walked on common ground

But just because he eased the ruts of road
                                             
Where comrade feet must wend

          
Lifting, all cheerily, his own life load

     
He earned the name of "Friend"

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