The Loss Of A Friend by Bud Gordon
An old worn collar is hung reverently on a nail
tough dry eyes cloud over during conversation
Memories of cold duck blinds, driving rain, and hours in the field training
as shed hair is sadly swept from a favorite spot by the door **********
Copyright © 1997 Bud Gordon
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