I find myself at the helm; the helm of what? I certainly
didn't ask for this - my first duty: Notify Urania of the DEATH
of our friend Richard DePersio! I gave her a gift: A beautiful
tribute to her in the form of a painting. And, now the dirty deed!
I called upon Percy Shelley for assistance which he ably supplied
in the form of prose and I had the sad task of reading it to her!
Most musical of mourners, weep again!
Lament anew, Urania! --he died,
Who was {the Bearer of Truth},
...'old' and lonely.
DR: "I departed when Hermes arrived to comfort her. Shove this
job up BO's BIG, black, booty!
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"GOD" who should be here, got lost and wound up at groups.
google.com/group/rickcosmos-eclectic
Enjoy and relish Urania's gifts at this comsat: posts up to a
year and a half or more still as fresh as a babies bottom.
