It's me,π³ that queen bee It finally occurred to me and anyone among your Powerful elite dearest darling lover poet, in your glamorous domain that I wouldn't be unkind but something sinester had happened for death silence to take over my free will speech, laughter song and dance to just walk away from all treasures anchored to our heart all which fell into my lap from your sky repeatedly. Oh that Janehilton may on mother's day at the Hilton your three hundred fifty red and white roses and my last letter upon them from a perilous past I had ran from straight into hell thus, naturally I was speechless! Your tycoon antorage passed me by and again here your gold ink Β Β throwing stones into my pond Like in a Japanese garden as other younger King drones join in. Stone ripples changing all again. And I am never the same everything changed. ~~~~ Mr and Mrs. Andrews And karijinbba (In memory of poets tycoon beloved)