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Read Poems by Shadow Hamilton

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There was a pub in Taunton known world over
And boy did it ever hop, good live music 
uplifted the spirits of the motley crew
or was it the smell from the clouds of smoke?

I tell you guys you could get stoned 
without ever smoking a joint yourself.
The landlord known as Hopitty due to 
a gammy leg was a most fine host.

An eclectic crowd from far and wide
that normally would not rub shoulders
Yet the Wood Street Inn bonded us together
Gays openly welcome, bankers and the such.

All some how fitted into its rare mix
Aussie's made it a port of call not to
be disappointed judging from the repeat
visits, no that is not a Frenchman.

That's Tim he can speak some French
but he just loves berets and baggy pants
not to forget his striped scarf trailing
greatly missed, rest in peace old friend.

Sadly it is closed down now and converted
into two houses. It closed on New Years Eve
2006 and what a party it was. Hopitty gave
me a small police bell from behind the bar.

A fair few of us have now passed on
yet the friendships always remains alive.
It will be a fair while yet before
the memories of the Woody die in minds.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2017


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