| My dear friend I can not stay |
| Before I go I want to say |
| Thank you so very much |
| Thank you, Vicki for everything |
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| For listening and caring without criticizing |
| For being a friend when I needed one so |
| For the comfort it gave me just to know |
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| If I felt cold and alone |
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I could call You
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| In the wee hours after midnight |
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I could call You
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| When I was happy that something went right |
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I could call You
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| On my brightest day or my darkest night |
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I could call You
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| And so dear friend I hope you know |
| No matter where in this world I go |
| Any time night or day, please feel free |
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You can call Me
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| The years rolled by |
| Our children grew up |
| One by one they moved away |
| Now there are new little ones |
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| They call us Grandma, Oh what fun |
| One more thing I must say |
| Our grandchildren are |
| Perfect in every way |
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| Thank you for baby setting |
| My big old yellow dog |
| He does a wonderful |
| Impersonation of a log |
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| For sharing your computer |
| knowledge with me |
| You could have charged, |
| but it was free |
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| For the holiday dinners and the |
| hamburger fries |
| For planning my birthday
surprise |
| For all of the laughter and the few tears |
| We have shared over the years |
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Thank you so much
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| Our home is now far away |
| I am anticipating the day |
| When looking out my window I see |
| You standing there looking back at me |
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| So long, my friend for a little while and |
| Thank you, Vicki for everything |
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Mary B (Buzzerb)
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Aug. 20, 1997
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