JUST FRIENDS

by Baxter Black

I can’t remember his number. I don’t call him often enough. His birthday always escapes me ‘cause I don’t keep up with that stuff. And I’m lucky if I see him even once or twice a year But I’m really not complainin’ ‘cause we’re still close, we’re just not near. I recognize his daughter’s voice. I remember when she was born.

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