To the few poets i know

Lardo, a fresh oil
Tochi, touching my heart
Vee, verily on the right path
Hypermind, the bird that flies at noon
Bose, the young shall grow
Younglan ,there is time to rise if you fall
Voudoo, you impart so strongly without being visible
Abdul, large and kind, enough for us all
Ruddapoet, many slices of goodness
Leonell, more generous than can be imagined
All, bound by one love,
God of poetry.

Bose