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Here you will find poetry, opinion and prose mixed together in roughly equal measure. Add one man available from specialist suppliers only. Stick everything into a blender for five minutes. Stir gently with a wooden spoon, then pour slowly into tall glasses with crushed ice.

No cherries. No little parasols. No curly straws. Let the drink speak for itself.

I wear the locket because it contains a portion of you,
just a tiny amount of hair groomed in the goodbye.
Has it really been four years? Time flies without you.

Every day I put it on but not every day I think of you,
and I feel guilty but one has to set aside to carry on.
In some ways, on some days, I am lost without you.

for Dolly.

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