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A lost friend

July 13, 2016

Andrew, ever dashing, ever bold

Will never see your friends grow old.

Your mind as sharp as all the best

Now lies, eternally, at rest.

And we will never understand

Why it was the almighty’s hand

Took you with so much more to give

Left us alone on earth to grieve.


As the summer’s heat begins to fade

All nature’s work is soon decayed.

And though our mortal frames will ail

Your memory ought not ever pale

Your smile, your wit is what we knew you by

The mystery why you had to die.




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