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Ode To A Yank ~ By the Name Of Hank ~
One day I heard a WB 3 CQ’ing on the band. He desperately needed a VE3 For some project at hand. Being in a dreamy mood that day I did answer his call. But let me tell you from that day on My world is turned upside-down. He is a man of many moods Just ask Maria, his better half. Sometimes they’re bad and sometimes good To me it doesn’t matter at all For being where I am, off course To me he has no faults. He has a way all of his own To liven up the bands Just listen when you hear him call And you will under stand. Under that seemingly cold facade Beats one of the sweetest hearts. Combine all that with Main’s warm blood Then add a touch of salt. Mix it all up, and mix it well While stirring his laughter in. Then add a spoon of: Tease, as well And sprinkle with "Irish Temper". Then....I advise, use the fridge not the stove The ingredients might explode And if that happens, take my word, You’ll never be the same again. Just look at me, for what it’s worth And the proof I’ve offered to all. When a day goes by that I don’t hear his call My world goes upside-down.
~ E. de M. ~
Poem from "Lines Like Flowers" Volume 3 |
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