


What you should write about me if you get to pen my obit.
Pierre Salinger dies.
And what does the Age say about him? That he was 'a witty and debonair bon vivant'. Do you not just love this poetry? It lingers on the tongue like the lick of a sweet boy's musky neck in Summer.
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I'd rather read your eugooglie.
Bah, I hope he enjoyed those cuban cigars when he spun for JFK while he attacked Cuba.
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