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alone and growing old

"She was a good friend of mine,

and every time I think about her

all I see is the lake we lived on in the summer

and all I smell is her dad's barbecue.

I hear the wind dragging the willow branches

into the water,

I feel the rain bounce off my skin

as we rowed to the island in the middle

of the lake.

She was a great girl,

and a wonderful woman.

I'll miss her every second of every day."

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kally
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Oct 17, 2012
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