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The Leal
(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

The Leal

The friends I made have slipped and strayed,
And who's the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot-
And that's my tale, and theirs.

Then if my friendships break and bend,
There's little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.

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Lovely to find a tribute to friendship named upon my family.