The wind doth taste so bitter sweet,
Like Jaspar wine and sugar,
It must have blown through someone’s feet,
Like those of Caspar Weinberger.
-Opus
The man referred to in the greatest poem ever written has died.
The wind doth taste so bitter sweet,
Like Jaspar wine and sugar,
It must have blown through someone’s feet,
Like those of Caspar Weinberger.
-Opus
The man referred to in the greatest poem ever written has died.
To be sure, that was the first thing that entered my mind as well.
I may be misremembering, but isn’t the third line “It must have blown through other’s feet”, though?
You may be right; I winged it.
I see Casper just turned into a ghost…
Can’t forgive the guy for what he did in Central America and the Iran-Contra deal.