quite a year

Dec 31, 2003 15:18

The Year Three.

Emulated Pushkin (and Vikram), while to Michael bowing,
Lived in near debauched hedonistic plenty, excess overflowing.
Disillusionment rent the air, heart-strings by memories were tugged,
A blue Beatle at IGI Airport needed home, for he was bugged.
Greek friends drew droves of onlookers around M-block market,
Camaraderie restrengthened forever as the "GOLD" period started.
Introspected intensely, shrugged off lightning, ignored thunder,
Procrastinated and partied, while dissertation notes lay asunder.
Declared the truth about advertising, with apt deadline-redefining,
Writing hit extraordinary peaks, in the 'vault' lies brilliance shining.
Kill Bill stunned. Love, actually, sucked. (All commas are important.)
A little bird shunned depression, and friends brought contentment.

iverse, mylestone

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