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Use to have one muse
He finally said in
Recent past
He was my friend.

Use to be filled
With the joy of
Riding my bike
I was my friend.

Use to see the future
When it wasn't a box
Lying in the ground
Youth was my friend.

Use to feel the power
Strength replaced this weakness
Perfection is what was sought
God was my friend.

Use to caring for my family
It was my care along the way
Home now all alone in nearly silence
God is my friend.

4/22/2007 1650 cj

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