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The Athenian
Just when I thought you had gone away One morning I found you again Walking on familiar streets Which still looked and smelled the same If you look back You will find me there Though you will never know my name. October 18, 1995 To Costas and Lydia
We greet the great man in Porto Carras Who married a lady of considerable class Apart from the wine, most fragrant and fine They produced two kids also sweet and divine Would the assembled variety of high society Join me with a glass of smooth Mellisanthi To wish the Carras much joy and more bounty.
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