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[misterwordsmith]

I called to see if friend was there
Not even a breath there in the air
Just sounds diss'pating as they go
Like Dandelions in Springtime's blow
Because some days both space and times
Disrupt the ship of mariner rhymes
Once singed unison, echo cross seas
Now, no more, but come no pleas
Our season was the perfect one
And if, in fact, it now is done
I gained incred'bly durin' it
A friend with heart and joy and grit
Fare well, if we not meet again
I sign this note ...

Always,
You Friend