Unmet Friend, by Phill Randallon Wednesday, 9 January 2013 at 16:36 · Came from the same mold him and I, Reckon they threw it away after that day, Not many can say two are one of a kind, Two were freinds and uncorse words we never say, Agree on most things we were taught, Didn't listen to most cause we knew, Back then when it all ment alot, We agree on the things that were new, Travels we have never seen on the same line, Seen em all I guess we can say, But we both know the places left by time, Been there and seen em, we left it lay, Shook a hand of many but not ours, Maybe past each other on some trail, If we did, I doubt it was in any cars,
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