we’d never met

four thousand miles

apart, an ocean

between us but

somehow more than

twenty-odd years

blinked on by,

words and pictures

our bond, food and

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

a Facebook page

and two old buggers

shouting at the moon,

farewell old friend

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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© GRS 11/24