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had an uncle Bev, that’s
right, you heard
what i said,

told me the name made
him stronger

i don’t doubt it,

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

with a name like that
slung over his
shoulder,

can you imagine?

he was like a dad,
but a good
one,

never claimed to
be grand

but it was felt in
his greeting
hand,

saw the way he
brushed off
praise,

graced with gifts enough
to spread them
’round,

he played through
all work,

liked his morning
toast slightly
burnt,

he’s long passed but a
clean stretch
paved

still holds his
name,

dear old Stuart
Beverly,

still offering his
hospitality..

and it’s a wistful wave
whenever we
roll his
way.

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