Born on Saint Patrick's Day
At an age too young to pass away
In the summer when we were both nineteen
Our friendship went deep like a submarine
He in St. Moritz, Switzerland and I in Kowloon, Hong Kong
We wrote to each other letters as if our souls together belong
Summer ended, I returned to UCLA and he to Illinois
For some time I had not heard from this boy
When I reached out to find him his life here had been done
He was my dear friend, Patrick "Mully" Mulligan.
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