He Was a Worthwhile Friend
He was a worthwhile opponent; our debates were insane.
But he did not have enough sense to come out of the rain.
Wait a second; I stayed out there, laughing about it too.
We were honorary brother and sister, that’s nothing new.
He was clever and funny and laughed like a well-oiled machine.
He rarely agreed with me, yet he never was horrible or mean.
We had such a fine relationship, we were friends to the end.
Unfortunately, that was yesterday; now I say goodbye to my friend.
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