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eileen mcgreevy Apr 2010
hooch the great
eileen mcgreevy
Apr 2010
My very best friend died today,
Just this morning, he passed away.
He was as loyal as can be,
And was always there for the family.
So, *****, my friend, i will miss you,
And so will all those who knew you.
Of you, god will surely take care,
Running with the angels up there.
So be free *****, and run with grace,
For you my friend, we can never ever replace.....
Just this morning, he passed away.
He was as loyal as can be,
And was always there for the family.
So, *****, my friend, i will miss you,
And so will all those who knew you.
Of you, god will surely take care,
Running with the angels up there.
So be free *****, and run with grace,
For you my friend, we can never ever replace.....
This piece was written by Christopher Glynn John Smith, for me and my dog, who sadly died this morning 30 April 2010 in his sleep at the age of 15. Thankyou Chris. I love you
poetryaccident May 2017
Aid of Hooch
poetryaccident
May 2017
We spoke with the aid of *****
about science and the alternatives
lifestyles outside the common path
while sipping juice with a punch of ***
an igloo water cooler was the source
I dropped my drink just not once
when my hands move to speak
in a rush to share my life
how’d they get in my way?
perhaps the handsomeness in the face
with a mind oh so keen
presented while the music played
conversation was the bridge
between two people disconnect
by their stations and their age
linked by the greater underneath
since that time there’s been no *****
I know what I heard that night
my admiration has not quit
for the science and the rest
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170508.
about science and the alternatives
lifestyles outside the common path
while sipping juice with a punch of ***
an igloo water cooler was the source
I dropped my drink just not once
when my hands move to speak
in a rush to share my life
how’d they get in my way?
perhaps the handsomeness in the face
with a mind oh so keen
presented while the music played
conversation was the bridge
between two people disconnect
by their stations and their age
linked by the greater underneath
since that time there’s been no *****
I know what I heard that night
my admiration has not quit
for the science and the rest
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170508.
I went to a party and had a great time connecting with the people there, and one person in specific. The poem “Aid of *****” is about that experience.