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Since she has left us this week I'll post the poem I wrote for Isobel.

Sorry for the shit my dear
But it's hopw i play this game
"A diamond in the rough" I call it
And once won your not the same

I write and write
Not a damn shall I give
For I do this for me
I do it to live

Piles and Piles of shit I'll lay
Laid hard and fast at two in the morn
Read later I remember why
Despite the desire of pages torn

I'll write and write and write again
Until that time I right
That one precious gem
From one frantic night

And I'll smile
Justifing all the junk
And to me at least
Making this worthwhile.

So I'm sorry for the the shit my dear
And I fear this maybe two
But even though it is not good
I hope this one will do.

If I can track down the crappy on the spot limerick I wrote her I will. She did not like it and picked on me for ir. I miss her.