Old Friend
By birksy
Talking to my old friend, pick up the stitch we parted on, easy as a Swiss roll, smooth as the clear sky, he tells me of his grandchildren, I tell him of my sons, we could talk for hours, and not once disagree. Even after all this time, he's still calling me Steve, haven't the heart to tell him any differently. Talking with my old friend, I hope he has a good night, he's a good man. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 06:18 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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