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hark

fair gently aged wind

a wisp of a lady in summer

comes calling to ye

unadorned

with happy tears

veiling her eyes

where be ye of grand vision

and sweet tempered words

off in the jungles of Hong Kong perhaps

wherever though

knowist whether thou beist too busy

in mine tender soul

still yet sits rather prettily smart

in my fond filleted heart

and as always

I wish ye warmth

affection and good fortune

and best of all

I wish ye great good love to be shared

happily

either here or there

or where your heart chooses

to fondest sing

with 'Hugs Galore' to you

dearest Sir Richard

I bid ye a loving day...........

(April 28, 2000 1am)