Poem to Khaiz
Thankz Mate,
for teaching me the Smirnoff,
we may be from the Equator,
but the Siberia inside us is kicking,
around the mighty Swan,
with you, Mate, always a cruising.
Thankz Mate,
for the gold at hearth, and the junk yard car,
Explore the great white, aint she beautiful,
Alas, you cakap tak bikin, apa gunanya??
Letz go another round of Smirnoff,
With you, Mate, always a pleasure.
remembering a close friend, perth, oct, 2005