A memorial for my as-yet-undeceased brother concludes with poem by the remembered:
Geordi had his visor. What have I got? Attenuated patella alta, not even a properly named condition.
Geordi had his visor. What have I got? A unicycle, but it's more for show than for flow.
Three and a half, braces and casts. But I did get a pen from the Pastor.
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