Have You Herd?
A Rhyme Past-Due
for My Favorite Crew
Of what shall a man be proud,
if he is not proud of his friends?
Robert Louis Stevenson
(1850 – 1894)
I tried to sing once, like a bird;
Instead of crooning, I just slurred.
So I departed, thus deterred,
To reconnect where best inferred.
And now I huddle with the herd,
By far, the best four-letter word.
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