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How wondrous the child like mind who dreamed of immortality He'd leave his mark upon this world that never knew morality

I laid out the coin we minted within my hearts own treasury To toss about the thoughts we had of our own benedictory

It would seem my friend has faced the last sunset as he did life, with dignity. This is for our friend and fellow poet Ivor, Poeticpiers

Wine is better for us than bran it takes the bitter from the scorn With each drink grows a bigger man each bottle downed and one is born

Emotion so bare and open fearing no more of the night Said come back again and again stay with me till morning light

May the Lord Bless you and Keep you all the days of your life.

Caught in the web of years that binds our lives so tight Giving all to each desires dreams for the hopes to loves delight

He is the greatest soul I have known. Born to hardship and through pain, he alone showed me the meaning to life.

He bore for her life's burdens Soothed the children of their tears Was the rock all others broke upon Left fond memory of his years

How fortunate I am to be the father of this child