Geminis Are Special People

Tu Pac Shakur was a June Sixteen And I, a June Fifteen; Also, a full year my younger But on our Third Planet didn’t linger John F. Kennedy, A bashed head, no remedy, A May Twenty-Nine, Like Tu Pac not a cat with lives up to nine. Gemini Greats seem destined for the bullet, Wherefore my fervent wish is that I remain a pullet My everlasting consolation, our mercuric intelligence The stupendous achieving with the poorest diligence. Always The Ever Clever To cobwebbed wisdom flinging 'A Never'; Of a soul crazily restless With tasks striving even while listless: Dying Laureate Yeats still pushing his poetic pen, Perhaps thinking of another impossible ten! Geminis are special people: Both the seemingly simple And the liable to cause a ripple... Good bye to the late T. B. Joshua, Whose healing of T. B. were sure.