THE LITTLE BLACK ALMANAC

Ah, sweet request!!

Thou hast come to my chamber!

Pray, do drop a line if thou hast queries to share?
Leave a number for a call-back we implore,
To converse and contemplate evermore…

Fair soul, leave a message, as birds sail the sky,
In search of knowledge, let your queries fly high.

For like the nightingale’s song so pure and true,
Your words, too, shall find their way through.