Oh the year was twenty-zero nine,
How I wish I was in Pembroke now...
A letter goodwill came from the folks,
To the solemnest soul that ever spoke -
God damn them all, I was free,
We'd cruise the world climbing trees,
We'd fire no guns - shed no tears,
But I'm a broken man on Kingston beers,
The displaced Pembroke Privateer...
I toast 'em all.
Love comes from Max G,Andrew G,Winter, Eric Billard, and of course myself.
ReplyDeleteWe are all sitting in a room clad with projects and beers, music and shouts of frustration.
We miss you brother