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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley

A highland bar of note

Like a relationship neglected

It was just as I suspected

Once rekindled it would be

As if it never skipped a beat

These walls bleed deep with memories

Spanning most of all my days

Back to those of heady carelessness

Through to these weighed down by load

I feel your clatter and your clammer

While a heavy sigh slips from your lips

You witness the extremes of life and loss

And celebrate the feet, the heart, the fingertips

So I sip a small salute

To the nights I almost drowned

And smile as I recall

And toast all those with whom I shared these jewels I now recount

15th Dec 2021

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