Apologies for yesterday’s premature post. Let’s try this again. With the full set.
He runs a saloon.
Left politics left behind.
A woman, of course.
We had Paris but
He had the certificate.
Hmmmm, transit papers…
Rick, Ilsa: I’m black!
Nazis here, Jim Crow back home.
Screw ‘As Time Goes By’.
Let’s do it! For love!
Then plan to flee together.
Psych! Get on the plane.
Queered by Rick’s scheme,
Fates entwined like lovers’ limbs.
Beautiful friendship.
Mark Bould 