“Take me to New
York” we hear him say
as the Uber
driver swiftly takes him away
only a pashmina
flapping in the wind
and a glimmer
from a broach can be seen within
We head up to
the 4th floor
and quietly
walk through the door.
What will we do
without Phillip here?
He has made our
days filled with cheer!
We will lunch
on his last day (10/4) at half past twelve
and into his
SDI memories we will delve
Join us to
thank Phillip for 7 1/2 years of fun!
because like
him there is no one!
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