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I've crossed a continent All with good intent To see my best friend Turn Seventy It took all of my means Every dollar & dreams All my planning schemes To be there from Tennessee While he's been a lifelong friend He never seemed to end with statements to descend "don't matter to me" After three days I quit caring No more was I sharing To the mentor only sparing His own concern was HE Lost, was the man I once knew I, a disappointment that grew From his point of view Fat, Old, Slow Me Sad to be let down couldn't offer a next round Slammed to the ground I left after seeing the Sea Only wish him the best After being put to the test I'll not be back for the rest Can't stand to be demeaned by Thee
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
Costa Rica or Bust Two Thousand Eleven
I've crossed a continent All with good intent To see my best friend Turn Seventy It took all of my means Every dollar & dreams All my planning schemes To be there from Tennessee While he's been a lifelong friend He never seemed to end with statements to descend "don't matter to me" After three days I quit caring No more was I sharing To the mentor only sparing His own concern was HE Lost, was the man I once knew I, a disappointment that grew From his point of view Fat, Old, Slow Me Sad to be let down couldn't offer a next round Slammed to the ground I left after seeing the Sea Only wish him the best After being put to the test I'll not be back for the rest Can't stand to be demeaned by Thee
Sum things R left in the past, Doc
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corkey-hawley
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
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