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The neighbourhood is strange
There is little or no lighting
He had it already mapped
He had in mind all the routes

He steps out into the night
It's the middle of the night
He heads towards the pub

Unpredictable things happen
Inside the pub that's playing
Sweet but very  loud music
Roy gets naughty with a girl
Dressed like a night nurse
Yet she has a touch of class

Our lady in white gets angry
Her male companion offers
Roy a drink.. its lost on the girl
As she is plastered with wine
It's lost on her that her buddy
And Roy are best of friend's

Roy patarkes his offered drink 
Straight from the packet into
The wee hours of dawn

Roy is now very friendly 
Towards this group
Its not lost on them that
Roy is very sober

Roy toys with his golden bronze amulet 
Roy seem disturbed by an incident..
Roy still remembers it just two days ago
When he almost lost his life.. he bears
A wound from the war it's still fresh
Though still no sensation of pain..

Roy stares ahead and wonders
What the future has to offer...
He thanks his buddies and walks out
He goes back to his crib..
Its actually the crib of a friend

At times like this life is very uncertain
Seeming to move in slow motion
Roy regrets having had to burn
Burn... so many bridges

Roy keeps cross referencing with the past
The window of time he can't close or burn
He is communing with his friends...
Communing with his friends back at the pub
We always called him wanda Roy
For so loved him that exotic feel of linen





CODE 254
Lewis Nyaga
1630HRS
Luis Kay
Selah

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