Breaking Bread

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I wouldn't be surprised  
to find you at my battles,  
even though they are mine to own.  
   
I doubt I'd not be smiling,  
No..I'd be school girl giggling at your  
leading from the front bold attitude.  
   
And after the day departs under  
bloodshot skies;  
When the night and it's many guises,    
finding me thoughtfully cut adrift,  
there you'll be, reading to me about  
lonesome drifters upon mountain  
retreats In need of friendly company.  
   
I should really call you my    
Mr Happiness;  
It's what you bring to the table  
but some days it's hard ya know,  
to break the bread and give praise be,  
but please,  
don't you ever stop fighting  
and I'll keep on smiling  
No..I'll be school girl giggling  
between the thankyou's