Letter Go Home
To my dear and dearest friend
that's the way the words begin
time has torn us limb from limb
and now the days are growing dim.
Come and sit here in the yard
come pet the cats,
let down your guard
the fountain of our friendship flows
forever onward
heaven knows
I'll never be the same again
but I will always be your friend.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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