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Seasons Greetings
from
Trevor and Mavis
They've turned
out the lights, padlocked the door,
Our Arborfield
home alas is no more.
I've stood outside,
nose pressed to the gates,
Inside there is
nothing, just memories of mates.
Two thousand and
four was not a good year,
We lost Peter and
Norman, friends we held dear.
Two thousand and
five will give us new heart,
With hope that no
more of our mates will depart.
And now it's
Christmas, we send you our greeting,
Soon some of you
we hope to be meeting.
All we ask is
biscuits and tea,
When we stand on
your doorstep, Mavis and me.
May you enjoy
some good Christmas cheer,
Spend lots of
time with those you hold dear.
And let's raise a
glass to Arborfield mates,
Whose friendship
we value this side of those gates.
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