Jeanine: a portrait in some of her own words Wowee, dear friend,a year since you passed oninto that spirit worldI have no inkling of. How about that?I bet you’re laughingat our lot, these politicianswith their blabberyab and lies. Holyschmoly, how I missyour sharp tongue and your mischief;our tête-à-têtes peppered with un peu de français,ein bißchen Deutsch. And who could forget your …
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