Our Times
Long talks
Odd hours
No sleep
Hard work
Our problems
Sunday mornings
The shack
Our breakfast
Our cat
Night life
Fast times
Slow times
Hard times
Sad times
Our laughs
Our struggle
No one really knew and they never will begin to understand. I miss all those things above
but most of all I miss you. RIP 7-9-96
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