I did, mein Herr,
stick up two fingers,
they had been treated
as you had asked
by deep immersion
into blacked-out crypts.
However, only flies
and one fluorescent bumblebee
showed any interest
in aromatic air.
Well, never mind, I say
let trash drift with the winds
it may be carried off
by friendly ghosts,
those cousins to our great
and wise Godfather Penderyn.
It's always wise to trust your blood
and when we next partake
of precious times together,
we'll toast our crystal glasses,
and know within our hearts
that we are living children of
a loving, common mother.
Mein F, I'm deeply touched - but men in white coats have been saying that about me for years. Be that as it may, I look forward to clinking a glass or two, or three with you tres soon. Heil
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Herbie, What a beautiful tribute to friendship delivered in your usual masterful style. love always, Allie XXXX