Cinco De Mayo 75
From top to top
of hills we skip,
And back again we came,
Hand in hand and
Toe to tip,
Now we feel the same.
These thoughts to you
My friend I send,
We always met befor the end.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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