Flicka, my friend always
by Bruce Hermansson
Today, as the rain falls outside it reflects my tears as they fall for you, my sweet friend. I remember your joy as you watched the rain fall in the puddles from your favourite window, I miss your warm body at the end of the bed, and I still miss seing you waiting for me to return each day. I know that you are with me in spirit and I take comfort in knowing that you are with me. I will always be with you, I need you to be with me and I thank you for the twenty and half years that you were my one true friend. Be gentle with her she was always a fragile little friend, one that took comfort in my arms and loved the caresses that I gave her. I will miss you for ever my baby.
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