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Mar 2015
The pub is packed tonight
with many familiar faces,
cookies for breakfast
The sugarrush is taking me places.


I'm jumping up and down
diet ruined and I'm not sorry
after the pub we all meet up
for afters at the quarry.

Ladies and men, loads of drink,
getting it on, you know the score,
voices now still and grumpy
They won't speak to me anymore.

A hobbit hops along a road
Stops takes a **** on a snail,
I won't say what we got up to
but one day I'll tell the tale.

Meanwhile  I'm off to Lily's for a coffee
and a bite to eat.
An amanita grew by the rock
pretty and proud and neat.

No one liked it, it got sad
it started talking to itself,
we gave it lots of tequila then
put it upon the shelf
Random fun with the all around good guy and an awesome friend Gary Liles
Sirenes
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Sirenes  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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