My friend Rae
On 13th, day, 3rd, month, 1973, I lost Rae.
I was 30 years old on that sad, fateful day.
30 years later, on a river, I relived that time.
On a bolder, I told him to let go, in a rhyme,
it was time to depart, let go of the pain.
Spirit wondering here, nothing to gain.
Forty six...
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