Treasure Island

Michael A. Martin

(Las Vegas, Nevada)

To Dolly


From the heart, body and soul
Friendship is fine when on line
It is faith, hope, charity
And the very best clarity

Friendship is love
Like a dove
Friendship is trust
That's a must

Friendship is respect and liking like hiking
Friendship is affection friend, a great trend
Friendship is a friend to the end
Friendship is legitimate and intimate

I am reaching out
That is no doubt
I accept your thought not bought
You have a friend to the end

So with the years and tears
I tell you this with bliss
In my language in great tradition with rendition
Saga/po para pouli Dolly

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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