Anyone one out their know,
what happened to our good friend and poet;
Clara mae Gregory. Wherever you are Clara,
Your friends on the bay send you all the best.
From Alan and the rest off his tribe.
a fair weather friend;
They'll always let you down.
They'll drop you in it,
right up to the end.
That wonderfully mysterious,
fair weather friend.
But
When there's something strange,
lurking in those woods.
Who you gonna call?
Troll busters.
When they follow you home,
and it don't feel good.
Who you gonna call?
Troll busters.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-09-16 at 00:11
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what happened to our good friend and poet;
Clara mae Gregory. Wherever you are Clara,
Your friends on the bay send you all the best.
From Alan and the rest off his tribe.
A FAIR WEATHER FRIEND
A fair Weather friend,a fair weather friend;
They'll always let you down.
They'll drop you in it,
right up to the end.
That wonderfully mysterious,
fair weather friend.
But
When there's something strange,
lurking in those woods.
Who you gonna call?
Troll busters.
When they follow you home,
and it don't feel good.
Who you gonna call?
Troll busters.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 115 times
Written on 2026-09-16 at 00:11
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