a scholars writing hand,
a jack of diamonds and a jellyfish sting stuck in the sand.
...you are the poetry corner past midnight,
a vitamin drink trick,
a much needed glass of Barolo when the words won't stick.
...you are Joyce's disciple and Nietzsche's long lost love,
everything I've mentioned,
none of the above.
...you are a fiend at the chessboard,
a frosted tip,
a baby blue suit on a Midlands bound trip.
...you are a strong arm when the swings fall, when the winds change, when the blues call.
...you are an orienteerer with an i-phone and a cry of "freedom!" when that girl went home.
...you are an expensive pair of football boots,
two home games,
known to some as Morris Gibb, "Che" by other names.
...you are a home nations lover,
a storyteller, a sketcher,
a seaside steward,
the conductor of a lecture.
...you are one in a million and a million different things in one,
you are my brothers brother,
you are my mothers son.
...you are perfect timing at the perfect place,
you are a unique running style in a cross country race,
you are the scholars writing hand, the top brass's briefcase,
you are the jack of diamonds, the king of hearts, the ace
and,
to save confusion,
you are the one with the grey jumper and the thinner face......
Yes babes,
Happy Birthday my dear brother,
Here's a song for you,
Lots of brotherly love, gift vouchers and liverpool road high jinks,
NDK
xxx
One Too Many Mornings - Johnny Cash
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