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Old Buford

Old Buford

Old Buford

I came upon old Buford,
and he grinned a toothless grin.
I shook his scarred and wrinkled hand,
and asked him how he’d been.

He said, ” They tell me I’ve been better,
but I just can’t remember when,
for it’s best to think on what is now,
not on what was, or might have been.”

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