I have loads of time for my friend Paul.
He is months now off alcohol.
Paul, my friend, is one of the best.
He's a cut above all the rest.
Today will be great in so many ways.
Today is the tomorrow we dreamt about yesterday.
Morning breakfast, dinner and tea.
This is the day that's mapped out for me.
You are born to die. That's what they say.
We all are destined for a funeral day.
Death is black. Death is dark.
You can read about it in the gospel of Mark.
999 is the nickname we gave him.
Often in an ambulance would he be in.
He is fond of drinking and a victim of drink.
To really stop, he'd need to stop and think.
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