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Apparently I spent my teenage years in the land of coffee. I don't like the stuff, nor tea and I don't drink alcohol. Sign me up to be a Letter Day Saint

I would have thought that New Zealand would have been called "Middle Earth".

Memo to Mr Bemused in Australia:

Dear Bemused,

We have a Red Carpet that is surplus to requirements and would like to send it to you, so that you can roll it out when some of our fellow countryfolk visit you down there in Australia.
We don't use it much these days, as folks tend to leave by the back door and VIPs seem to be less common in these troubled times.
It does come with a bit of dirt that has been swept under it, but we feel sure you will know what to do with that.

Kindest regards

Sanford

P.s. just checking we have your address right:

Bemused (retired MK)
State of New Zooland
Ununited States of Australia

Bemused, you are going to need an industrial vacuum cleaner to suck up all that dirt!

But no worries, when comrade Donald gets in he is going to build that wall and then zee master plan will revealed and no one will leave the Reich!

Go Hillary!

This poignant poem was posted on the MK Safety Net website ( http://mksafetynet.org/content/if-love- ... -permanent ) and I love it so much, I am copying it here. I relate to such a depth it makes my heart ache.

If This Love Is Supposed To Be Permanent


by Hannah Mathews

No one ever taught me how to stay
And you're getting too close
If this love
Is supposed to be permanent
I don't know how to do that
And I must confess
You're scaring me
This close is too close because
What if you leave now
And my world is shattered
As I have always know it will one day be?
Too much power, too much trust, too much
Potential for hurt and no one
Has ever accused me of being an optimist

I don't know how to stay
This point is farther than
I've ever gone before
And I don't know what comes next
Except leaving
Leaving has always been the abrupt cut off
For all of my history
And I have always hated it but if I'm honest
I don't know how else to do it
This is the point in the story
Where the ending is supposed to go
And it's aching nervously
In my bones
I don't like not knowing what comes next

So there's no reason to leave
Except every reason in the world
We're too close, I'm too scared,
You can't understand this fear in my heart
Compelling me to leave you behind
Before it's too late and I am the one being left
Again, like always...
Besides that, no one ever taught me
How to stay
And all I know is goodbye

Safety is in goodbye
Safety is in goodbye
Safety is maybe not worth it -
Do I dare to try
And stay?

Ah, but your son and grandchildren are richly blessed, because they can e-mail and call their favorite mum/granny and get cyber hugs and all the TLC they need.

Oh that all of us were so richly blessed with such.