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As her mind perspires
I'll gladly give her a reason to respire
I'll be your only squire
Treat you like a gentleman from Berkshire
Make those heartbeats higher
Dousing her sorrows
Causing her to perspire
Equidistant of both her lower appendages
Sophisticated but I like it
Robert J Howard Nov 2016
Oh Boy, I'm sick
Just a redneck hick
Be dead or be quick
Give me something I can lick.

How did we get here
Just another year
Killing it with beer
Living in false fear.

Wasting all your time
Should be a crime
Everyone lies and says they're fine
Just give me one more dime.

I'm not sure how
I'm feeling right now
There will never be a 'Wow'
When you hail from Slough.
Carl Halling Aug 2015
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it '68?
The decade's last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace,
For you and me at least.
                                                                    
If I stop for a moment,
I dream groves and country paths,
Green's Albatross is playing
In this our past,
Whole empires were falling,
The old ways were fading fast,
Things never last,
But you and I found peace at last.

We weren't friends for long,
Things began so strong,
We were far from home,
Together less alone,
We drifted far apart,
We grew up oh so fast,
We had so far to fall,
Four years took their toll.
                                                                    
We walked and talked
For many hours,
Safe under blue Berkshire skies.
"Under Blue Berkshire Skies", also known as "Stevie B and Me" was originally written as a song in praise of a friendship enjoyed several decades before.

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