Naked on Cashmere

“To Jeanie” by Mark Twain Good-bye! a kind good-bye,I bid you now, my friend,And though 'tis sad to speak the word,To destiny I bend And though it be decreed by FateThat we ne'er meet again,Your image, graven on my heart,Forever shall remain. Aye, in my heart thoult have a place,Among the friends held dear,-Nor shall the hand of Time effaceThe memories written there. Goodbye,S.L.C. xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com