Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Heard from a Friend ...
We grew up together in Sprugeon, Mo.
There were two hills in a row ...
I lived on top of one
and he lived on top of the other one.
Sometimes when we were waiting for the bus,
we would yell back and forth to eachother.
I don't remember if we could actually understand what the other one was saying,
but we always heard eachother and waved!
His voice seemed different for some reason.
But then again, he was calling from Canada, so maybe it was the phone lines.
I don't know.
We didn't talk long, I had to go to work.
But it was good to hear from him none the less.
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