scone making supremo<\/p>\n
and a pilot of the skies<\/p>\n
riding on his metal birds<\/p>\n
its hard to realise<\/p>\n
what a man can do<\/p>\n
in the cockpit all those dials<\/p>\n
and complexity<\/p>\n
Testing the grey matter<\/p>\n
Up there where its free<\/p>\n
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and a payload of 500<\/p>\n
passengers \u00a0each one<\/p>\n
nervous at the thought<\/p>\n
of being up there in the sun<\/p>\n
and Steve clad in your uniform<\/p>\n
It is the man we trust<\/p>\n
he takes it all \u00a0with a racing heart<\/p>\n
seemingly he is just<\/p>\n
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doing a days work<\/p>\n
nothing phases him up high<\/p>\n
a really special bloke \u00a0to know<\/p>\n
and that folks is no lie<\/p>\n
covid and the pandemic<\/p>\n
has drawn the tyranny<\/p>\n
Boris of Jong<\/p>\n
gets everything wrong<\/p>\n
in the sky we’d all like to be<\/p>\n
flying perhaps with the eagles<\/p>\n
soaring<\/p>\n
and seeing the blue<\/p>\n
the mountains the tip of the ocean<\/p>\n
steve knows what passion can do<\/p>\n
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Now he is firmly stuck to the sod<\/p>\n
building the flettons and sand<\/p>\n
old stocks and windows<\/p>\n
and sand and cement<\/p>\n
it is quite tough on the hands<\/p>\n
it gets depressing all of the hours<\/p>\n
with wintes chill coming in fast<\/p>\n
building and weilding the axes and hammers<\/p>\n
does make one stand back \u00a0aghast<\/p>\n
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i hear you \u00a0are feeling down in the dumps<\/p>\n
like an eagle not able to fly<\/p>\n
to work those bold wings of yours<\/p>\n
clear those big eyes<\/p>\n
and bathe in the coolest of dew<\/p>\n
instead you are stuck still in building<\/p>\n
basically confned you be<\/p>\n
bending the back<\/p>\n
getting the flack<\/p>\n
and knocking back<\/p>\n
builders tea<\/p>\n
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Dear Steve this is me<\/p>\n
the old bard with the beard<\/p>\n
thinking of you and the great stuff you do<\/p>\n
and one hope that more clients \u00a0as you lend your hand<\/p>\n
your work on the sites and your prowess<\/p>\n
its grand<\/p>\n
an intelligence \u00a0really closer to \u00a0your Dawn<\/p>\n
i hope that joy floods back and once more it will spawn<\/p>\n
Wonderful fortunes and more each special day.<\/p>\n
and all your hard work its going to pay<\/p>\n
cheer up old son look up in the sky<\/p>\n
i remember with will you will be testing the why.<\/p>\n
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cheer up happy Yule.\ud83d\udc1e\ud83d\udc1d\ud83d\udc3f\ud83c\udf41\ud83c\udf44<\/p>\n
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