This poem reflects on the friendship I had with a girl when I was in high school. She is now 87 years of age and I will be 87 in about eight weeks. We have gotten together through the years several different times and had times when we had brunch together.
This is a syllable, count poem, using the numerical numbers pi which are 3.1415926535897

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