When mates are met in fellowship
And spoken words are few
And silence sits as comfortably
As a well worn in shoe.
And bound by cords of comradeship
When gathered three or two -
The sacred the stuff, those silences
Will keep old friendships new.
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Beautiful writing Terry 10 ++ Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken