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The Last Drive

For more than forty years, we’ve made The drive to visit friends, A trip that takes an hour, Maybe more or less, depends. For coffee dates or barbecues Or walks along the beach Or beer and burger meals, it was An easy place to reach. We traveled those same highways For the last time yesterday. Our friends have sold their house To move a thousand miles away. Of course, we are invited To their brand-new home, although It’s another chapter ended With not many more to go.

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Date: 11/10/2022 7:47:00 PM
Well, you never know: One door closes; another opens. Hope it works that way for you! :) gw
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Date: 11/10/2022 6:06:00 PM
Fav'd, Ilene! Aloha!
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Date: 11/10/2022 12:30:00 PM
Ilene, this is such a sad, but meaningful metaphoric poem. From time to time, we have to say goodbye to close friends who are moving on to a new life, knowing it will never be the same for either them or us.
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