We had many happy hours together in a fragrant harbor of fifteen years ago. The beers were many and stomachs went hard as rocks. We pissed many a happy hour off our beers together.
Now he is no more ,my leaning tower and has no tower. Hopefully he now rests in clouds ,in a well earned break from his lean and hungry schemes to topple windmills.(Yon Cassio,he is lean and hungry looking).
He was neither lean nor looking hungry but plain hungry. Besides he was thirsty too. With only a year between our births , I wait for my own happy hour up there, when we will “peace” together.
The Morning is Just a Dream 
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