ramblings and things

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mine’s a bitter
beaky said
acknowledged my mates
with a nod of his head
another drink
another round
I’ll buy one in
before I sit down
I’m the vicar
did terry say?
and the looks on their faces
made my day
and he drank his pint
and joined the crowd
and all the lads
were secretly proud
that the rev
took his Sunday treat
in our pub
down our street
didn’t even mind
the time he forgot
and turned up
in his cassock
then beaky left and we lost touch
until just the other day
more than 15 years
since he went away
and I heard
he was very ill
nearly gone
but laughing still

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