it was late in the night
chris made his way home
a terrible sight
he saw on his roam
murpy, his friend,
lay still in the street
he cried to his pal
"Why didnt we meet
just moments earlier
so i could have stopped
your fall before
your beard and you dropped
But just as his hope
was nearly all gone
he thought he saw
some movement on
the lip upon which
a mustache could grow
in a couple months,
lets say May, i dunno.
The twitches were sparse
and maybe just nerves
but he said to himself
"My friend deserves
a fighting chance"
so he called in some aid
and picked up murpy lou
from where he had laid
And the story it seems
hangs on a cliff
it may be the end
but it might not be if
we gather in may
and show off our hair
that grows on our lip
hope to see you all there

(This has been a great four months and one that i will never forget. i regret not being able to meet any of you at the throwdown but i hope my pictures gave you as much joy as yours gave mine. Thanks to chris for taking most of my shots.)

(Chris would also like to thank you for allowing him to participate and wants to express how much fun he had taking pictures for this as well as looking at all of yours)