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Feb 2011
twas a night of nights that stole the show
that fell before our feet
the evening did so call us in ...
draw us neatly to the heat
that gold... that amber gold of hate
consuming so it did..beaten no retreat.

eaten from the inside ..not knowing what was wot
the ale did its job
what more that we forgot
I nearly..nearly lost him
me pal me bestest mate

so close to total hate i was
a fear ... knowing not to hurt
I left in hope ...a mist to fall away i wished
its redness so revealing
my love and so my hate

So waking in the morning ..
my mind a little clear
a fool he so did see or was it the beer
I laugh and joke our foolish thoughts
brothers to the end
it takes allsorts
me brother ...me tru.. true freind
andy fardell
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