Larry Bailie Asked Me To Post This

I ALWAYS HAVE MY BEST THOUGHTS WHEN I AM ALMOST HOME IT DOES NOT HAPPEN WHEN I AM ALMOST LEAVING I THINK IT IS THAT THE DAY WEARS YOU TO THE BONE AND MAKES THINGS SEEM MORE WITHIN REASON THE CLASS OF NINETEEN SEVENTY ONE THE GROOVERS, THE CROONERS ,THE LIFE GLOOMERS A MIXED BUNCH , BREWED, STIRRED AND SWEETEND WE NEW THEN WHAT WE KNOW NOW EVERYTHING WAS THERE FOR US TO USE SOME DID AND SOME REFUSED SOME WENT INSIDE AND NEVER CAME OUT AGAIN AND FAMILIES FORMED AND WERE REBORN AND STILL WE KNEW THEN AND STILL WE KNOW NOW THE ONES THAT LEFT HERE AND WE STILL TALKED ABOUT COULD NEVER COUNT ON US TO REMEMBER SO LIFE SHORT WAS LIVED INTENSE AND SOME OF IT NEVER MAKES SENSE MOST ARE STILL HERE WHEN IT ALL BEGUN THE CLASS OF NINTEEN SEVENTY ONE MY BEST WISHES TO ALL AND LOVE TO THE FEW WE WILL NOT SEE RENEWED