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Nov 2013
One last hike down the old trail

A Spirit so spry yet body so frail

An Even as your eyes begin to fail

Your puppy heart will wag that tail

I'll be your guide, I'll be your Braille

I'll help you escape your personal jail

I'll lead you down the good ole trail

To the water wall that forms a veil

Binding my tears as I begin to wail

One last breath, one final exhale

As the waterfall sets your soul to sail

Farewell old friend, goodbye old trail
Drifton A Way
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Drifton A Way
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