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| Friend When I stop to realize Just how much you mean to me, I can�t help but recognize What life without you, dear friend, would be. Like summer without the warming sun And autumn with no falling leaves. Winter�s playground with no fun, No flowers blooming in the spring. No words to form a line of prose And music without notes would be. Voiceless singing from a choir, The piano playing in no key. I hope these things to never know. I pray it never comes to be That we shall ever have to show The need to ever part company. Douglas Fletcher 9/11/01 |