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When you adopt that title you can boast, drink a toast, enjoy a roast. When you lose that title and face the coast, you may feel the most sadness. You see the sea - a sight that is the most - and may have lost your title but feel a luxurious roast in your belly; that luxury is not sadness. (15 Jan 2024)

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Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 1/18/2024 10:20:00 AM

Andrew, nice poem for the sea does whisper wisdom. Lost crowns bloom into sea salt feasts. Embrace the coast, let laughter chase sadness. You may wear new hats, but joy simmers like that roast, waiting to be savored. - Blessings, Daniel

Andrew John
Date: 1/20/2024 7:31:00 AM

Thanks so much DHR.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 1/15/2024 4:20:00 PM

an intriguing read...I agree losing one's luxurious title isn't sad...it's freeing.

Andrew John
Date: 1/18/2024 7:07:00 AM

Ah yes. I do remember when I was Lord John! Ahem, I can lie. Thanks for your comment, Sara.