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Poetry by Ross Smedley

A Mate Called Ron

We meet upon those shores
After putting down our oars

We had tended to our boats
Making sure they stay afloat

We got a talking of the sea
And all the places one had been

From that day on
We sailed, drank
and sang song

A friendship, that grows long
I thank my mate Ron

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