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Big Ell

She was a big, busty bird,
Had punch like a train,
Her gentle poke to the chin
Sent lightning to the brain.
Her smile lit up the universe
And she was so sweet and kind,
She'd guide me back from Elli's
When I was Pils'd out of my mind.
More often drunk than sober in
Those teen aged squaddie days
But she was never judgemental
As I slipped into ever worse ways.
She was the first woman
Who was a real friend
And at that age nothing
Is ever going to end.
But life in the regiment
Moved remorselessly on and on
And one day I sobered up
To finds Big Ell was gone.
After all those long years I don't known
Why she suddenly came back to mind,
'That big, busty bird who
Was so sweet and kind.
I hope she got what she deserved
A  placid happy long long life
Perhaps as a mother
Perhaps as a wife.
Big Ell, surfaced from memory,
Who helped me through those days;
I really wish she could know I found
Love and changed my drunken ways.

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