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[[label over preprinted header]] ^ Some Friends I have met. [[top left]] ^ Wm Hunt ^ Dear Sis. Yesterday is dead forget it tomorrow is never. Don't worry today is here use it. Bro. Wm Hunt 309 Bragg Brenham Tex. Kard me this Summer. [[horizontal line]] [[top left]] ^ Mother Cleo ^ Darling Baby: I shall not miss the nightingale, I've never heard them sing, I shall not miss the far North pole, Tis such a chilly thing But there is one thing, I am going to miss Tis you, you, you. Your Mother Cleo Buchanan Box 76. [[horizontal line]] [[top left]] ^ G[?] ^ Dear Margie, True friends are like diamonds precious and rare false ones are like autumn leaves, found everywhere Lovingly "Gene" 1019 E 9th St., Dallas Write soon C.2776 [[preprinted]] 149 [[/preprinted]] [[end page]]