The Annual Christmas Party brings
on the fond memories of fellowship.
If you can be a mover and a shaker
in such places, I was one of the winners!
Yesterday an IM to my protégé
asking him to give a hug in my stead.
Don’t even need an obituary on this one
she was manic, paranoid self destructive
Queen. All those sad poems about death
just don’t sound right for the self inflicted.