The place of my older brothers second wedding
I have a recollection
Of a walk to a hotel
To see if we could find accommodation
For my younger brother
Another memory is of a bus;
My father, before he died, was a coach driver
And our family had a fondness for buses
But I can’t recall why there was a bus
Outside the ceremonial room
I remember a river, bottles of champagne
And one of my brothers friends
Spilling a drink all down his suit
I only called in because I saw a sign for coffee
Then all of this came tumbling by
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