Portending to circumstance once thought as foul
I thrift through the alleyway, shrouded with cowl
For visions of vanity tossed from my head
I thrust past the bridges to find me a bed
But a bridal conundrum would find me instead
For I am but bohemian, sodden and red
With a wist for a fistful of frolic and fun
I would sooner lose life as the aperture won
So to and to fro with my coffers in hand
With a hope for a little solution unplanned
My mates here to meet me, our boots in the sand
The bar in the water, my merriest band

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I haven’t had time for my friends lately. I’ve been too long without telling them how important they are to me. I’ve just been busy. Every time I let them know what’s up, they’re there to receive me. I’m lucky to have such friends. Well, I sure hope you’ve let yours know recently. Get on it!