~
we never met
four thousand miles
apart, an ocean
between us and
somehow more than
twenty-odd years
blinked on by,
words and pictures
were our bond,
food and fine wine
a passion shared,
why it stayed the
test of time who
knows?
him: what fancy claret
are you drinking now?
me: your beloved
‘Arsenal’ played crap
this week?
Inked-In morphed
to Facebook
friends, and two old
buggers began
shouting at the moon,
farewell old mate
stroke your many cats
drink fine Latour
rest well!
by the way your team
are still crap, they lost
to Newcastle today!
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