Beer Golf Drinking Game
Went to the flag. poem?
Is it time for tomorrow you were a friend. The time devoted to images of the mind. Pictures viewed times enjoyable. Slights Reminded of the fights fights. Thoughts stress this is not said, left for another day wasted away. my friend is gone. I miss him. Long to talk excitedly. Games golf, drinks beer. N'm stupid shed this tear. Gone friend, left hole putt. I have the time for tomorrow was for a friend. Dedicated to John Davies.
Mourning a friend is never lost time. It is important to them and to us. They nourish our hearts. We keep his memory alive.
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