In the grass that is dancing in the wind
on a hot summer day, we are but shadows
in God's green earth.
We always watch out for each other.
May we always be wounded healers.
As friends, we first remember
the things we did together --
Second, we have feelings we shared.
The third thing we have together
are the memories.
True friends are true relatives
not by blood but just by their hearts.
We are true friends.
Brock 5-6-94
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