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The Meeting

Well there is 'shine' coming down from the Carolines,

Brothers I haven't seen in quite some time.

Each year we gather here , rain or shine,

it's the gathering, the Meeting time.

We all will stare into the flames,

pass that jug, time and again.

Talk , spit , joke and smoke,

just alot of catching up.

Then the business will be discussed at hand.

What needs to be doing and help where we can.

Dues will be paid and treasure report.

Pass the jug for another snort.

Food will be prepared on that old trusty grill.

Fire will be a blazing to bust down the chill.

Know old Shu is going to bring that guitar out.

Sitting with my Brothers is what it's all about.

Come morning we will all fire up our sleds,

remembering the plans and what had been said.

By noon all that will be left of what happened at all,

is the burning embers and empty jars.

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Written by
paul-roberts
American
Published
Jan 9, 2011
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Paul Roberts. The Journey

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