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Marry My best mate

Marry My best mate

The first time that I saw you I was maybe ten but you hung around with the big boys back then.
Id find you on crossfeilds playing rugby with the lads or flying by on your crosser taking chase being bad! We had different groups of friends you see but you, you were always kind to me. 
Then when we did become friends I stalked you real bad! I'd run out early in the morning at the sight of your works van. Just to talk to you I'd shout 'Mike babe lend me a fag' although there was always a box at the bottom of my inappropriate school handbag. 
Always dressed top to toe in Lacoste you even wore your tracksuit tucked inside your socks. It didn't bother me that was the in thing back then wasn't it baby! Every weekend your playing footie I'm the keeper, not just goal keeper, keeper of your gold Secretly smelling your hoodie that scent will never get old. 
I remember the day that you became my man I just wish that it was sooner you could have met my nan. 
Everyday since then you've made me feel special, loved, wanted and settled. My youthful days I'd rather forget but the ones with you I'll never regret. I didn't see back then what we could be I just wanted the lad that wanted me! We got our first flat and I have big news there's a bun in the oven so we start buying blues. Remember the night you first felt a kick? And ringing your mum ecstatic bouncing on the bed at 1:06 
you gave me strength I never knew and you give me the pleasure of carrying our baby boys for you.
You are more than we could ever need if our family was planted then you were the seed. You know things about me that I don't know myself even my past you left on a shelf. I told you all my secrets and you locked them in your heart, never to be set free not even when we part. 
Im not saying our life is perfect because blimey that's not true, but every day is perfect to me because I'm spending it with you. 
Our house is a home now and we even have a pet, a kitten that you rescued my heart popped out my chest. 
Our boys are getting playful and I'm watching you have fun, a dad like you is incredible I'm so proud to be their mum. 
I never imagined it would be this great, I'm just left to marry you my best mate! You say that I'm your dream girl, you say I'm your princess well if there is a Prince Charming you really are the best. 

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Syd

Awww..I was always fond of Kappa tracksuits, white star and weed back in the day. Glad you're happy. Good poem - Syd 

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Sarah-lou

Yes Syd!!! Kappa tricki with popper legs hahaha reminiscing that's another poem right there 'back in the day' weekends consisted of for me white lightning 5big glugs to be exsact followed by 5drags of a smoke whilst spinning in a circle Thats how we got wasted and very sick. Still unsure where the spinning thing came from haha youth!!! Great comment Thanks Syd 

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Syd

Yes I agree. That sounds like a poem title right there. The 'back in the day' weekends never done any harm, I'm living proof lol. You're welcome - Syd  

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Michael O'Boyle

I love that your writings cause me to reminisce! Awesome! Thanks for sharing!

Michael O’Boyle  

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Sarah-lou

Thanks Michael sharing is caring! ?

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