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HE MAY BE SIX KINDS OF A LIAR, HE MAY BE TEN KINDS OF A FOOL, HE MAY BE A WICKED HIGHFLYER BEYOND ANY REASON OR RULE; THERE MAY BE A SHADOW ABOVE HIM OF RUIN AND WOE TO IMPEND; AND I MAY NOT RESPECT, BUT I LOVE HIM, BECAUSE - WELL, BECAUSE HE'S MY FRIEND.
I KNOW HE HAS FAULTS BY THE BILLION, BUT HIS FAULTS ARE A PORTION OF HIM; I KNOW THAT HIS RECORD'S VERMILLION, AND HE'S FAR FROM THE SWEET SERAPHIM; BUT HE'S ALWAYS BEEN SQUARE WITH YOURS TRULY, READY TO GIVE OR TO LEND, AND IF HE IS WILD AND UNRULY, I LIKE HIM - BECAUSE HE'S MY FRIEND.
I CRITICIZE HIM BUT I DO IT IN JUST A FRANK, COMRADELY KEY, AND BACK-BITING GOSSIPS WILL RUE IT IF EVER THEY KNOCK HIM TO ME! I NEVER MAKE DIAGRAMS OF HIM, NO MAPS OF HIS SOUL HAVE I PENNED; I DON'T ANALYZE - I JUST LOVE HIM, BECAUSE - WELL, BECAUSE HE'S MY FRIEND.
Berton Braley |
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