I met you, Sandra on a bumpy road
when I was strolling through a field of poetry.
Was passing and surrounded by much muffled laughter,
while flowers swayed and luscious corn stood watching.
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I can't express what this means to me Herbert, excellent as always, and to think it is about me, even the 'promises unkept' parts, makes me smile with Joy. You are a generous wonderful talented man, and I am a very lucky woman to have you as my friend. You are the best, and I love you. Thank you, you humble me.
Thank you for the TEN, anonymous one of high class, beauty and may the Gods protect you. But who are you? H
Very sweet poem Herbert!