The Virtual Pub Is Open

Let's raise a glass to Darryl, Shakers.

Stop, passenger! my story's brief,
And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o' grief,
For Matthew was a great man.

But now, his radiant course is run,
For Matthews was a bright one!
His soul was like the glorious sun,
A matchless, Heavenly light, man.

[From Rabbie Burns' The Epitaph, which can be read in full here.]

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