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I feel its luck that ive been bestowed
This mentor and friend i wish everyone did know

Carlsberg first no more than three
Or unfortunately somebody will be on there knee

Then some vodka and maybe a shot
Thats all they see from under the rock  

Little do the know the rarity they see
Is so intulectly smarter he doesnt need to glee

From what i have seen and continue to watch
Looking back now no wonder i call him pops

You hear the bike before you see the man
But his is the the voice at night makes me say damm!

From bungee cords and squeaky voices
At the time they all seemed pointless

But now im greatfull for the path ive walked
In lead me to company ill forever be glad

Rob mcgraw, rubber to road
Confession box tales are never to be told

People would never believe
All the madness we've seen

The  Bleeding frogs and daisy a day
All right now its good we are free

I.could write for hours but not worth the grief
One spelling mistake it would grind his teeth

Hope you can see that i am not blind
And forever grateful for its me you choose to mind....