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TOUCH
OF GOLD
We get the
sweetest comfort
When we wear the oldest shoe.
We love the old friends better
Than we'll ever love the new.
Old friends are more appealing
To the wearied heart---and so
We find the best enjoyment
With friends of long ago.
There's a kind of mellow sweetness
In a good thing growing old.
Each year that rolls around it
Leaves an added touch of gold.
Author Unknown
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