After all our heroes are dead, gone, buried,
And our memories slowly dissipate like yellowed cellophane,
Losing their adhesion, and slipping off pages;
If a friend is all that remains,
Then that friend will never be forgot.

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Being a retired teacher, I miss many of the friendships I was privileged to have in my past.