Poem by Florence (Stevie) Margaret Smith

The Pleasures of Friendship

The pleasures of friendship are exquisite,
How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit!
I go to my friend, we walk on the grass,
And the hours and moments like minutes pass.

1. Our Bog Is Dood
2. Not Waving but Drowning
3. Deeply Morbid
4. Alone in the Woods
5. To the Tune of the Coventry Carol

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