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Rustle McBride May 2016
When the pressures of life
come down on me,
and I don't know where they will end,
I think of you.
You give me hope.
You taught me to find a way, my friend.

You use pleasure
to erase my pain.
Desires to allay my fears.
You showed me
how to love again.
And that I'm worth holding near.

You showed me
that I must live on.
That love and hope, they still endure.
And though you send
me off to live,
you are the one my heart is for.
Rustle McBride May 2016
As you go I'm pressed to say,
you're leaving in so many ways,
and each of them I'll miss with reason.
With you it's been a fruitful season.

You're going with your brains and skill.
I never realized it until
I think of working on my own.
Yet, by your side, I see I've grown.

You're going with your wit and smile.
I've never realized all the while,
how much better work can be
with you here to joke with me.

You're going with you hugs and kisses.
The one thing I will surely miss is
how you made my burden lighter
and every day a little brighter.

You're leaving with your Cuizinart.
I should've told you from the start,
it is a loss, and I do grieve it,
and to see if maybe you will leave it. :)

But Pat, what I'll miss most is you.
You've been a friend so rare and true.
And the one thing I must say to you,
You have my thanks and my love too.

— The End —