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Winding down

Winding Down.


We're coming to finale,
The tour has reached end days,
Our tunics boxed and loaded up
In truck, - soon on our ways.

The tour has passed so quickly,
Reflectingly, we see
Th'enjoyment that we passed along
By singing harmony.

The prep, before we started,
The details that were striven,
In planning venues, rooms and towns
By those with foresight given.

So to that team, and Terri too,
Who stepped in, near the end,
We give our full "CONGRATS" to you,
Your expertise, commend.

But yet there's one we still have missed,
Oft times we would, him, pester
The quiet man with best of view,
Of course, we speak of Lester.

Manoeuvring that monster bus
'round bends - ninety degrees,
Up hill, down dale, in sun and dark,
Performed with such an ease.

The friendships that were started
The memories we will keep,
Those burly, head-lamped, digging guys
We call 'Men of the Deep'

And of the dollars that we raised
'It's nothing' we concede,
By doing something that we LOVE,
Assisting those in need.     

We know "Pride comes before a fall"
But we can shout aloud,
'We did our best, - nay, - did excel,'
Of THAT, we SHOULD be proud.

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