Telegram to the Bohemian Club: San Francisco

Message from San Francisco! Whisper low,
Asleep in bed an hour or so ago,
While on his peaceful pillow he declines,
Say to his friend who sent these loving lines:
“Silent, unanswering, still to friendship true,
He smiles in slumber, for he dreams of you.”
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