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i had an uncle Bev,
he told me it was the
name that made
him stronger,

i don’t
doubt it,

he survived a round
trip tour armed a
soldier’s rifle,

with a name like that
slung over his
shoulder,

can you
imagine?

he was much like
a dad, only a
good one,

never flashed how
grand he
was,

but you felt it his hand
shaking the soul of
any townie,

i watched it in the way
he brushed off
praise,

graced with the
grace enough
to spread it
’round,

liked his morning
toast slightly
burnt,

he’s long passed but a
bright stretch of
asphalt

holds his
name,

dear old Bev,
still offering guests
his homespun
hospitality,

++++

and a wistful wave
as we drive
his way.

Grumpy Gorman
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…and then away, until next stormy day.