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For My Friend John

For my friend John

Hear Hear
Raise up a cheer
For this day
When John is King
Let all within this hallowed hall
His praises gladly sing

With an eye that’s clear
Undaunted
He trains his lens on one
And all
He was there at the ready
At our every beck and call
No one ever charged
“Where were you when it counted?”

Though some may doubt
His royalty
Or dispute the rank thereof
Why twas only yesterday
While we were in the pharmacy
When the man behind the counter
turned and said,
“Your prints, John!”

RWOz2

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About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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