My soul was sweetly filled with joy as I sat in the company of my English friend Dave, whom I hadn't seen for a time. Some mornings I wish that I had woken to the sound of him singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot over and over again, just like I used to. Twas always a pleasant surprise and such a glorious start to any day.
We made ourselves at home on a lonesome bench in the middle of town and serenaded strangers. The sounds of our voices, twisted somewhere in between our lips and the ears of those that listened.
Something I have missed.
Bring your merry self back one day, and we will do it all over again.
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