July 5, 2016





A poem written by a friend about his friend Karl


Upon looking at my mate Karl
hes a dominating man is he,
with a Brian Blessed snarl,
not the quietest man you see,


Upon looking at my friend Karl
with a beard of shock white,
A intellect with a sincere growl,
with fierce abandon to the fight,


Upon looking at my mucker, Karl,
His shadow is singular with no ego,
His mind sharp and obtuse with a snarl,
Looking for things to throw,


Upon looking at my comrade, Karl
His idioms and manner, sincere,
His heart golden and ready to unfurl,
lies beneath a exterior masked with fear,


Upon looking at my buddy, Karl
His bearing military and free,
He would say his war is mental,
His eyes like the surface of a pearl,


Upon looking at my karl 
Is a person honest and full of integrity,
I would have no one else in my hurl, 
of war and peace in the city,


Upon hearing my friend Karl, 
the words and wisdom he, 
suspended from the cab with a swirl,
beside him safe I will always be.


Upon seeing the veteran Karl,



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