Frank and Fred
Lived in cardboard boxes
Peaceful and definitely not foxes

Frank and Fred are alcoholics
There happy..
A bottle
Good thing for their children
Their not their role models

Fate twisted a puzzle against them
Their pleasure, their pain now
Nothing could save them it seems
Their best friend the bottle
Had stolen their dreams

One thing they discovered before life was late
That they were not friend's
But old drinking mates
So they wished each other best to the end
Going separate ways and still friends

Time pasted and they got sober
Now Fred and Frank both drive Range Rover's
Their both now so blessed
And try to make others

See past the curtain
Knowing God for the test
Was not just a mess
That their were angels among us

No death only life
The angel wanted to love
Frank and Fred's curse from above

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