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A friend of mine, that I held dear,
is no longer around. No longer here,
took me riding, into woods and hill.
I was excited and had a chill.
Mountain biking, no pedaling for me,
but a 250 cc. Cotton, I did see.
A Cotton is a wonderful machine,
made for Trials riders, that I am not.
I didn't ride in the parking lot.
Going up the trail, was problem not.
Coming down, was my real trial,
for my front brake, was in denial.
A rear brake, shifting down, was my defense
and I barely stopped, before the fence.
I thank you, my lost friend, Jack
for keeping me safe and watching my back.

The furnace came on,
my hand has a cramp.
Time to get moving
and to "break camp".
Good day to you all,
be it big or quite small.
A prayer for all of you,
for the work that you do.

Was in the yard, starting to rake.
I stopped and did a double take.
Looking at the ground, I did see,
the tips of bulbs, peeking at me.
These are bulbs, planted in the Fall
and were not expected, not at all.
I expect blooms, in April or May,
certainly not on this blustery day.

When my hand, does start to tire
and my words, are not afire,
then for this night, I now retire.
Goodnight dear reader Did I inspire?

Off, I go, into the fray
to capture words, without delay.
This morass of words, may go away,
as they aren't really here, to stay,
unless to paper, in my dismay,
are written down quickly, as I say.
I want not, to lose them today,
a jumble of words, much in disarray.

When the tears fall
like a leaf from a tree,
isn't it a wonder,
that we can see?
Tears may flow
from our eyes,
to a bare cheek.
It's an emotional release,
not because we are weak.
Some may hold, a tear or two.
Others weep easily, like me and you.
It is not a weakness, don't you see,
as it may help retain your sanity.

Does anyone know or can they tell,
about that slow descent into Hell?

I don't know you,
I don't know your Mother,
but I still know
you are my brother.

Merry Christmas to you.
Happy New Years, to thee.
Let us make do
and adhere to civility.

They come here, from far and near,
to play darts and have a beer.
The wall TV's, are all lit up,
for watching Rugby or a Soccer cup.
The Pub Grub appeals to she
and it taste good, just ask me.

I am now alone,
but she is next to me.
No one is home,
but it's her I see.
The shell of the person
that was to be,
my life, long companion
from here to eternity.

The dark days of Winter have come.
Dark mornings, leaving; dark going home.
Holiday season, may bring lot's of stress,
if that's not you, then Heaven bless.
Happy Holiday, Merry Christmas and a cheer.
Here's to a Happy, Prosperous New Year.