A friend of mine died August sixth, and I've only just found
out.
I never meet him. I have never spoken to him.
But, without a doubt, if we passed in the street, we would have known each other.
Deep down, under the skin we were brothers.
Willy knew.
Goodbye Willy........."every night, I have the same reoccurring dream."
Love,
brother michael.
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