ramblings and things

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Hawkins was just a little worried


How that night might end


Just a little worried 


About the welfare of his friends


Old Hodson stood there singing


A sad old country song


And I’m sort of stood there 


Just trying to sing along


 


Mike is underNorth Bridge


Commenting on the moonlight’s glow 


Reflected in the water


So many feet below


Just a sort of pleasant evening


That gently unrolled along


I hoped he wouldn’t fall


And the night all went wrong


 


And then this PC came along


in those days they were tall


With muscles in their spit


And he wasn’t impressed at all.


He said what’s going on


What’s all this about


From down below Mike yelled


We’re just hanging out.


 


He didn’t bat an eyelid


You’d think he hadn\t heard


Said don’t be here when I get back


Or we’ll be having a serious word.


So Mike deftly climbed back


Brushed his jacket down


And we continued to talk


As we wandered back up town


 


There’s thinking nights and drinking nights


And nights you hope will never end


When the world seems so safe and simple


There with tried and trusted friends



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