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1969 - 2005
Alex French
In Memory of A dear,caring friend.
A man,musician,poet and scholar.
Who gave love copiously and was in return,
was much loved.
He will be sorely missed.

"Behold the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Sever'd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has will'd and we must part.
I'll often greet the surging swell,
Yon distant Isle will often hail:
"E'en here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail."
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye:

R.Burns - 1793