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Another little e-mail I got from Lauren. Apparently, if I don't send this poem out to people, I'll get creamed by a cement truck and struck by lightning on a clear day while being handcuffed and arrested for jaywalking if I don't send this poem out to people, but what the heck. It's a sweet poem:

Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet, the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow," I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir, Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.