Revenge is plated chilly,
Invective slung like hash.
It, whatever “it” is,
Is dished out sans panache.
Were I to choose a metaphor
To serve you my distaste,
I’d roast you with a searing wit
And finish with lamb baste.
dsc
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Wandering Mined 
Re Bohemian Rhapsody… I always thought he was saying ‘Miss Miller’ and now I know it’s Bismillah.. Gotta go google that.. Comic-Con must have been sublime…like dreamland on Earth…and every other planet too…
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