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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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