Some magnificent question from Psych this afternoon has still got me on its tenterhooks, so here goes the poem I found that relates to it:
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.
Friendships that have stood the test--
Time and change--are surely best;
Brow may
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