Michael George Bielat

If I leave here tomorrow,
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
Bye-bye, it's been sweet love
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change.

Mike never let the grass grow under his feet, while he partied in the gwaudito.
To Mike life was nothing but a "chicken wing".
Mike's crazy stories and laughter will be missed,
Forever in our hearts; til' we meet again.

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