Friday, March 25, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Life is a book that we study
Some of its leaves bring a sigh.
There it was written by a buddy
Someday we must part, you and I.
Nights are long since I went away
I think about you all through the day.
My buddy, my buddyYour buddy misses you.