poetic bliss between the cup and my best friends lips a moment in silence he sips a toast to our friendship..time distance outstrips..benn bell an American who shoots from his heart unlike some cowboys who shoot from their hips..one day he will visit me in India make this eventful trip..shoot the streets of mumbai abandoned stranded sunken ships..with a barefeet blogger a cybernetic kinship
two streets photographers also wish uncle benn on his birthday they wanted to send him a big fat hen, but the customs would not allow it they said bird flu is bad for all men, so the kids send him best wishes zenitude and zen..their zensational uncle benn their barefeet grandfathers finest best friend a true blue blooded American.. kind loving human..a prayer for his long life heath wealth amen..
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