Swish me with your light sabre.
Colour me purple or pink.
Feed me with rare steak and gourmet bread,
and Nemo's drinks 'til I burst at the seams.
And it's win, win, win, for the Tigers.
The old English D marches on.
'Cause it's bears, beers, bread and baseball,
with the Collins'* family.
*with apologies to the triple syllabled Binkowskis and sole syllable Stoers.
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Steady, Nigel...
Joe's blue light saber, a blur, flashing at invisible foes in the front yard,
Katie's hand in mine as we swing on the porch,
Where's Nigel?
Off to see the world
I miss him
So do I
Kelly's almost home and July is just beginning,
despite your departure, the weather's fine here
Keith
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