Padma has just returned from a mail-collecting and shop-'til-you-drop trip to the Bay. Before I could get crook at her for having spent so much money on her "SUKIN - Purely Ageless" cosmetics — "But they were all on special"; "yes, COLES 'specials'" I replied — she handed me a large white envelope with unfamiliar handwriting.
I pulled it open and out slid a "Gimble" for easy 'hands-free' reading. In the excitement, I almost overlooked the enclosed poem which reads:
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Bookworms I know read all of the pages
But reading, like ageing, will take its toll
Those page-turning fingers become less nimble
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Thank you, Frank! From chartered accountant to poet laureate! They said you'd never be good at poetry because you're dyslexic, but you proved them wrong, since so far you've made three jugs and one vase.
Thank you for such a thoughtful gift! Also from Padma whom you saved from a dressing-down for all that money she spent on those cosmetics.
