Bill Soboslay Poems

If I would call you brother:
Would you-the same-call me!
Or, If I called you sister:
Would I-still-mister be!
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Had a friend for many a year:
Yet, seldom did we both come near!
For so, within this world of rush:
When, did we from each other hear?
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Unto our fallen hallowed dead:
From the time of our inception!
Do we now this day pay honor:
With our thanks and due reception!
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In waiting room, all seats are filled;
with, Oh so many pairs of feet!
For every pair that you can see;
Someone is sitting on a seat!
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