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Poem For A Friend
The clocks stop and time ends
Nothing more for you my friend
Life is in the moment of breath
And when it no longer comes
nothing is left but death
No more talk
No more chit chat
No more conversation
The blonde barmaid is safe from our lusty eyes
and the rock music industry must go on
without our criticism
The bell rings and time ends
Last orders f...
Saturday 21st September 2013 8:42 am
A Friend of A Friend
I’m not a mourner, not even a friend
Just a friend of a friend, been asked to attend
I never knew my friend’s late friend
So it seems kind of strange that I should be here at his end
I feel out of place, not being a friend
And the tears of his loved ones mean nothing to me
I should be moved by all this emotion
But I’m starting to think: should I hav...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 8:59 am
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