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Jul 2015
So Val, now I guess,
it's Val Donican for you.
You've given up the goat, and now
you're walking taller than all of us.  
You're guitar strings are silent,
yet my heart strings still ring for you,  
but no amount of cod liver oil
can bring you back.
So Val, rock on.
Ignatius Brabazon
Written by
Ignatius Brabazon  West Britland
(West Britland)   
436
   Earl Jane
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