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Back when I was a follower I had a good friend Ed He grew up amongst the Alps His Pops worked for the Ambassador Details left unsaid Ed could climb the steepest crags Like a mountain goat on **** And ski the steepest slopes Like a rocket on a sled As I said I was a follower back then And my friend Ed With his prematurely balding pate Would chuckle at my dread Following him up a sheer rock face Free style climbing into outer space Rappelling down the other side No belay to slow my glide I remember the first time Ed led me wrong Clinging tightly like a lover Halfway up the face Hugging tightly a giant rock Like a gambler hugs an Ace No holds left or right, up or down Too scared to breathe or shout for help Till there was Ed like a monkey scurrying round A smile of reassurance Laughing at my plight “Left hand here, right hand there “Right foot to the left, left foot to the right” Till finally at the top Sweating, swearing, trembling Lying on my back He sitting there without a twitch Thanks Ed, you Son of a ***** And then we hit the slopes Ed starting with the Black Piece of cake he said I thought I had the knack First mogul flying high Second one I kissed the sky Third I began the tumble All head and *** and skis Face buried in the freeze I knew it would come one day Ed asking me to dive He didn’t mean the water Ed loved to dive the skies Finally I decided No more the follower to be I repeated the grunts number one rule The only things that fall from the sky The snow, the rain, bird **** and fools We shed our uniforms Said our goodbyes and headed home Me to the South and East Ed further West and North to roam Last I heard my friend Ed was dead Jumping from a bridge The final dive for my friend Ed Deep into a river gorge I think he just got bored
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
My Friend Ed
Back when I was a follower I had a good friend Ed He grew up amongst the Alps His Pops worked for the Ambassador Details left unsaid Ed could climb the steepest crags Like a mountain goat on **** And ski the steepest slopes Like a rocket on a sled As I said I was a follower back then And my friend Ed With his prematurely balding pate Would chuckle at my dread Following him up a sheer rock face Free style climbing into outer space Rappelling down the other side No belay to slow my glide I remember the first time Ed led me wrong Clinging tightly like a lover Halfway up the face Hugging tightly a giant rock Like a gambler hugs an Ace No holds left or right, up or down Too scared to breathe or shout for help Till there was Ed like a monkey scurrying round A smile of reassurance Laughing at my plight “Left hand here, right hand there “Right foot to the left, left foot to the right” Till finally at the top Sweating, swearing, trembling Lying on my back He sitting there without a twitch Thanks Ed, you Son of a ***** And then we hit the slopes Ed starting with the Black Piece of cake he said I thought I had the knack First mogul flying high Second one I kissed the sky Third I began the tumble All head and *** and skis Face buried in the freeze I knew it would come one day Ed asking me to dive He didn’t mean the water Ed loved to dive the skies Finally I decided No more the follower to be I repeated the grunts number one rule The only things that fall from the sky The snow, the rain, bird **** and fools We shed our uniforms Said our goodbyes and headed home Me to the South and East Ed further West and North to roam Last I heard my friend Ed was dead Jumping from a bridge The final dive for my friend Ed Deep into a river gorge I think he just got bored
February 2013
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
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