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"The Grand Tetons in Wyoming"

Are you sure you told me right?
Did I hear you say my friend died tonight?
The years between many lived, gone!
Another dear classmate sleeps this dawn.

More to me than all the others, a brother.
An encouraging friend, to help another.
His Wonderful father, to guide us his boys
Included me in his family, with it's joys.

Memories are closer now, to recall
High School Days, studies, his beckon call.
The Rumsey Brothers were like twins.
Harold, Bernard, and I, their love wins.

Death is an enemy of man, unless a
suffering relief.
No quality left to live in a man's life, but grief.
No death nor sleep covered over, my love
n'er past.
He will always be remembered,
his love will last!

Created for
Jack (Foxy) Hughes
The loss of his dear
friend, and mine....
Bernard "Rums" Rumsey
February 23, 2004

Cheri Cam LeBren
Connie Sue (Zwonitzer) Pyle

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MUST BE A MISTAKE?
Date: Monday, 1st March 2004 @ 07:50:17 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: lovingcritters

"The Grand Tetons in Wyoming"

Are you sure you told me right?
Did I hear you say my friend died tonight?
The years between many lived, gone!
Another dear classmate sleeps this dawn.

More to me than all the others, a brother.
An encouraging friend, to help another.
His Wonderful father, to guide us his boys
Included me in his family, with it's joys.

Memories are closer now, to recall
High School Days, studies, his beckon call.
The Rumsey Brothers were like twins.
Harold, Bernard, and I, their love wins.

Death is an enemy of man, unless a
suffering relief.
No quality left to live in a man's life, but grief.
No death nor sleep covered over, my love
n'er past.
He will always be remembered,
his love will last!

Created for
Jack (Foxy) Hughes
The loss of his dear
friend, and mine....
Bernard "Rums" Rumsey
February 23, 2004

Cheri Cam LeBren
Connie Sue (Zwonitzer) Pyle



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