The Village, the Lancastrian Professor and hkdave95

We rode the Mercenary with wheels,

Four hoarse men without an apocalypse in sight,

January 2017, Cold out, warm where we sat,

One fat, and three not so that,

Stayed in a house with mega down and mega up,

The down excellent all night long, the up when I arrived,

Fresh as a daisy I unpacked my bags before the trip,

Home again,

After the unpack and before the home trip we met,

With the Professor from Lancastrian fame,

To whom I do not attribute any blame,

For there is none in life when the truth be told,

Only that within for the soul to remember when,

We next meet in lives future.

David A. Robertson 03.08.2017