My Friend
by: Verne Garrison 01-04-07
Valley Park, Mo.
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Fourteen years ago
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I lost my best friend
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He showed me how to go and grow
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To be true to the end
Though his build was slight
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He was smoothe and quick
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With his goals always in sight
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But now he is gone, way too quick
I see him several times a day
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In the hawk that soar
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The leaves rustling at break of day
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In all of the great out- doors
He said my loss would fade in time
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That I could handle it in the end
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But I truly miss that leader of mine
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My father, my friend.