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  1. My darling friend Donna facebooked me to remind: “I will be 79, love, not 80!” Stickler! Already three have “liked” the post on Word Press, smarty pants! So there. ‘Sides, some poems just scream to be let out to play early and what I do then is loose them and do not cry “Havoc!” The Cats of Love, like The Dogs of War do not take kindly to being Kept Inside! Expect worse next year, m’dearest lady. The garden giveth much as I munch yellow pear tomatoes and un-changed hybrid red grapes which when halved on pita above mozzarella with a fresh float of basil make for a wonderful faux Margharitta!


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