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Salt of the Earth

New Friends I cherish

and treasure their worth,

But old friends to me

are the salt of the earth.

Friends are like garments

that everyone wears--

New ones are needed

for dress-up affairs;

But when we're at leisure,

we're more apt to choose

The clothes that we purchased

with last season's shoes.

Things we grow used to

are things we love best--

The ones we are certain

have weathered the test.

And isn't it true,

since we're talking of friends,

That new ones bring pleasure

when everything blends?

But when we want someone

who thinks as we do,

And who fits, as I said,

like last summer's shoe,

We turn to the friends

who have stuck through the years,

Who echo our laughter

and dry up our tears;

They know every weakness

and fault we possess,

But somehow forget them

in friendship's caress.

The story is old,

yet fragrant and sweet;

I've said it before,

but just let me repeat:

New friends I cherish

and treasure their worth,

But old friends to me

are the salt of the earth.

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