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May 2014
You know Sverre I visited Norway once as high summer had begun
I stayed at a place called Avia (I think that was the name)
4am in the morning when we watched black rabbits play
At least I think  they were black,  possibly dark grey
I climbed the barren rocks, collected samples by the score
In that short time I learned to love Norways rugged shores
Sverre dear friend in two short weeks I came to love your land
I reach out cross time and space to take and shake your hand
I've climbed the Vidas rugged rocks and trekked your complex land
I envy you my true friend, you have a country wild and grand
This is dedicated to a real poet and a man of the country
Joe Cole
Written by
Joe Cole  Horsham Sussex
(Horsham Sussex)   
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