I am the ghost of gefilte fish, I am the spectre of lox, I am what's left of the unfulfilled wish you wish for when clapped in the stocks...
That's today's poetry effort, my very dear friend -- the poet I went to hear this weekend, Richard Frost, reminded me of what I think you might be like at age eighty or so -- not just because of his wisdom and wit, but because he was wearing a pair of light brown silk argyle socks... [grin]
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I am the spectre of lox,
I am what's left of the unfulfilled wish
you wish for when clapped in the stocks...
That's today's poetry effort, my very dear friend -- the poet I went to hear this weekend, Richard Frost, reminded me of what I think you might be like at age eighty or so -- not just because of his wisdom and wit, but because he was wearing a pair of light brown silk argyle socks... [grin]
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