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to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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27 April 2009

Andrew's 80th (April Challenge 25)

Prompt: An event (think party).
(This is a double Anacreontic verse.)


The night was stormy.
Rain and flood
prevented some,
others braved
a scary highway.
Maureen climbed up
to disconnect
the smoke alarm,
set off by cooking.
Omni brought
dinkum gem scones.
(Before shaman
she was bush cook.)
Debbie brought
the dancing music:
jive and twist
and Neil Diamond.
The birthday cake
was chocolate mud;
Maureen made it.

Andrew’s niece,
the lovely Lindy,
flew from Melbourne.
Jokes: by plane
or was it a broom?
Andrew danced
with me and Deb.
The smile on his face
grew wider all night.
He gave a speech
that made us laugh
and made us cry.
“We love you, Andrew,”
shouted Sharon.
Stand-up comic
Dinah emceed,
very rude,
we loved her stuff.
James recorded
it all on Flip.

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