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My Friend Wil


Celista Tremblay

He did not ask for very much
Just a loving, gentle touch

He had no children or a wife
He seemed to lead a simple life

But when he was only twelve
the doctor said he was not well

Then he said to let them take him
His mother said she would not forsake him

For this was her baby boy
Not a broken no good toy

Then his mother got so sick
His father pulled a nasty trick

It was then that Wil was sent away
He was told he had to stay

And then on the 4th of July
His dear mother said good bye

And when they laid her in the ground
He could not make a single sound

So he sat beside her grave
With the picture he had made

His former life had passed away
And he was left alone and stray

For now he had no life aside
Now that his dear mother died

Back to the institution they brought him
There was no use he could not have fought them

He struggled on for thirty-three years
Through the loneliness and tears

Then one day they set him free
So he traveled on in glee

He came upon a small sweet town
They welcomed him without a frown

And through this town he made his way
Making friends every day

And when he went to rest his head
His cat lay with him in his bed

But when he left this world that morning
He left behind a world in mourning

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