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My Mate

Do you remember him and how he was With no need for apology in his cause There is nothing better than a beer with a mate Such a cheery thing to contemplate The hours just laughing with no grief That life was good with no care or contrary belief But what is there now but sadness straight For to lose a mate is hard to contemplate. © Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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