grand marais and I shot the sheriff.
lincoln's a long ways away but so is denver.
and the cousins coming brightens the heart.
after all this time now I know why.
a small baggie of weed hidden in your brother's drawer.
only larry could decipher the code.
a tiny cabin near a harbor on the sea.
fishing at dawn and pancakes at the diner.
well here's to you old friend.
may we meet more often.
and if not as often as we may wish.
may my heart turn to you often in it's thoughts.
sven.
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