We Will Never Forget Whats His Name
We saw his boots behind a barn door,
his hat on a peg gathering cobwebs,
the dust of his skin in a dustbin.
He was a last straw in a hay stack.
Yet we all said we remembered him
while we drank beer to 'what's his name.
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