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Your last trip you made
Especially for me,
And on the beach we played
With the Atlantic Sea.
We had a lot of fun
On the white sand -
Under the summer sun,
Our day was grand.
Three days you spent,
And we had a blast -
Three days which went
Really too fast.
We had Chinese food;
We drank Oolong tea;
Our friendship we renewed
Talking about you and me.
Then you had to go,
In pouring rain -
Little did I know
We wouldn't meet again.
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Dedicated to my dear friend Asif Nurie (December 7, 1948 - January 24, 2016)
For another poem inspired by Asif, see my poem:
An Occasion For Champagne
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