Send your regards

"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find," kindness is a necessary handkerchief: convex lips to meet mine with gentle understanding words that tenderize as a snarling babe sedated by mother's milk Please wait for me there never minding fallen appearances spider veins spindled in my corporation - bogus skins - depleted gums, haunted eyes Extend a posy, a leaf of scripture, a lump of sugar be impressed at the flounce of this wisteria skirt and silver-studded circulation stockings in remembrance of my blush