I heard. And at first light I leave,
Siberian fox may be the best,
I know a babushka near Vlad
she'll stitch it into something very warm,
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Herbert, where did your sardine poem go? I was going to write a comment about it. It struck me as so funny, as that is one of the things i had to pick up at the star this evening...not for me, but for the other person who lives here...I thought it was cute, and you took it off! Best. T.
Ah, whar a wonderful way to dream about.... Best wishes, T.
Nice write, as to be expected from the excellent poet that you are Herb! *10*! Thad