Untitled Poem by Bobby Butterfield

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My friends and relatives
come out of sight
for which there is no reason to fight

Gather around
for which there is no sound
there is no cast
but change will be fast

Angels sing
for which pipers and trumpets will sing there tune
men marching two by two will be soon

no need to be ashamed
for which this is not our blame

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Bobby Butterfield

Bobby Butterfield

Glendale Arizona
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