Barry

I bless myself, I think of you.

You took me from an Irish stew.

The ingredients were a mess,

of my own making, you say, I guess.

Well, okay, you knew what to do.

And did it too.

Enjoy your holiday, my sometime friend.

May your life never end.

Three times I called, three times you came.

Without you life is more of the same.

With you, a game.

I don’t want to make your head swell.

You came.  You called.

Now all is well.

Tich Ennis

5th June, 2016

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