Where are the days that felt oh so divine.
Just you plus me plus a bag of cheap wine.
I miss you dear friends and the fun that we shared.
There is nothing back then that truly compared.
Singing tunes on the porch as people walked by.
Why should we care, we are not shy.
It made it better and brought us much closer.
To know that each one was a brilliant composer.
We created the songs with love in our hearts.
Knowing full well they'd never reach top of the charts.
It was a dedication of love to one of our dearest friends.
Whose love and devotion [and craziness] truly transcends.
This day was like no other as the end grew near.
The thought did not settle in our minds to spoil the cheer.
Verse upon verse we remembered the fun.
I don't think dear Wetzy could be outdone.
Perhaps she learned from the best as I was her tutor.
I programmed her for corruption like a fucking computer.
She is set free now to act as she pleases.
I just hope she stays free of any diseases!
Thanks for creating the masterpiece that day Mdoe.
Without you it would not be quite the show.
The memories of that day lay awake in mind.
And when I need a release, there I go to unwind.
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