Old friends…

Red wine & smoking,

a mellow night with my friend.

Memory lane stalking,

with a Mary-Jane blend.

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Bad books…

I’m sleeping over,

Iv been run out of home.

It’s the doghouse for me,

My friends spare bed’s on loan.

I can’t shut my mouth,

I have opinions to say.

So I’m back in his bad books,

And sent on my way.

The little things…

It was nice to catch up with some friends.

Dinner and beers.

A few games of darts.

It was nice when the last one left.

Calm and quiet.164529605

Curling up in bed with my Jem.

It’s nice.

 

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Friendship…

You run me down behind my back,

and think that I don’t hear.

You’re living in the world of crack,

there’s no ‘forever’ there.

Clever only lasts so long,

then cockiness sets in.

Canary’s live to sing a song,

and luck always wears thin.

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Friendship…

Cold beers.

Smoke drifting through the air.

Conversation flows,

and the comfort level deepens.

Cheers…

 

It’s been a good day

filled with quality hours,

friendships and laughter

warms my heart and empowers.

Getting caught up with living,

I forget simple pleasures…

Good friends and cold beers,

are undeniable treasures.       .

 

 

 

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