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My oldest friend,

To what do you tend.

I think of you as a sister,

How can I repay you for

The kindness you’ve shown to me?

In my dreams I still can see,

The old days when I was free to be me.

I wish I could see your face.

I’m afraid it would be a sight

For sore eyes

A pain like pepper mace

Because the long space . . .



Casper McConkie

06/29/97