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Tue 19 Oct, 2004 05:00 am
A Friend, Not Lost
The friend we lost is in our presence,
When we awake, when we drift to sleep,
But why did he leave?
Gods touch of faith, his decision alone.
Why a person so great?
Greeted with dignity, loved by all,
His charisma affected, his humour infected,
He remains with us,
In our minds, our great friend is not lost.
Very touching - a good tribute!