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Jul 2010
i had this friend once...see

he was a talkative sort of a guy as if the babes gave a ****!

he walked up and down the street.....babbling, babbling, babbling!

i sometimes tried to listen or to hear his mind but his words seemed to come not from his head but from a donkey's behind!

and walking in the brightest sunshine he never left a shadow that i could see

babbling brookskie was the name we placed upon him so fittingly

AND THEN ONE DAY!

I HEARD!

and a door was opened and a sign was seen sayin "come on in boy and be free"

a saw a brook flowing unto a golden stream where children were bathing and laughingly at play

and.........
....................babbling brookskie was his name

he is a friend of mine

even in the brightest sunshine........he never tried to over-shadow anyone......
......................he always gave himself for free
Written by
jeffrey robin
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