By the way dear Gayle
Your coconut cake was quite a treat
A sweet secular communion
I ate half that very night
And saved the rest for breakfast
But it was your words I savored
Drawn from long researches
I felt the toil of your love
That somehow you were summing up
Your life what it had come to
That castle in the woods
That hut where a man lay dying
You saw and said it how this world
Would never be the same
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