Just to answer any question that may have arisen from my title, I’m not going to be available to post on June 13th (Basil’s actual birthday) or any time closer to it, so I have to do it early.
It’s hard to believe that this is only the third of Basil’s birthdays that I’ve celebrated. It seems, somehow, that I’ve always know him. This poem that you are about to read was written only a few months after I had first “met” him, so it’s a bit more gushing than I would write it now, but hey, give me a break, I was fourteen.
By R. Noel Landis
Blue to those you knew
And knew you,
But black to those of us who’ve only guessed
At what you were really like.
Soft and dreamy
But hidden deep inside
Is love, kindness, and a hint of roguish…
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