The Last Last Band Camp Night

The Fitzgerald of three years ago still feels so close,

But somehow everything found it’s way back to me then.

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The gurgling murk is a manger obscene

Filled up with emotional cocktails’ canteen

Of anger and spite where confliction careens,

So we never ask why, or ‘what does it mean’?

And thus dash our hopes down of returning to clean.”