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my mate


my mate is good at everything
and he sets his standards high
and I seldom seem to match them
no matter how hard I try

he's particularly hard on driving
something he knows I hate
finally in frustration I tend
to shout and retaliate

and then he starts to sulk
even at that he's an ace
sitting in the passenger seat
with his silent set stone face

nearly fifty years we've been friends
all those years of my being second rate
but I guess we'll never change
it's just too blooming late



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my mate