I miss cool, overcast days
Sweet drizzly rain
Green hills, grasses and trees
A tasty buzz and a cool breeze
I miss Porter, Pinot and PDX
But most of all I miss chatting with my dear friend.
Now tell me, Kerri, where the hell have you been?
Talk to me goose...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so cosy and warm point... and as we grow older we understand that to be called 'a dear friend' much more honorable than just 'beloved'