Becky, et al.

One of the hazards of having a friend
Twice one’s age is knowing they’ll leave you

Two of my friends are leaving at once
But not in the way I’d expected them to

Slidell’s far away, sorry to say
Three hour round-trips irregular, few

No one will miss y’all the way that I will
None of them need y’all the way I do

I’ll miss you Mama, from Baby Boy
Keep in touch, Come and see me, Thank You

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