Some may call it ironic, chance, or coincidence,
Yet I know God played his part in all of this,
To have known when we were young pups,
That after 20 years we'd be reunited as grown ups!
Even though some events of the past still haunt,
You're my friend, my brother, there's nothing more I could want!
Even though miles will grow between us and the time draws near,
I better not have to wait to see you again for another 20 years!
To: M. Hulse 2014
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