Salt Lake City, UT
11.000 x 8.500 inches
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Most Expensive Truffle Lot 4 330000 In Honor Of Stanley Ho 10 And My Trifling With Truffles Poem
Richard W Linford
Painting - Acrylic On Card Stock
Most Expensive Truffle in the World $330,000 In Honor of Stanley Ho 10 and my Trifling with Truffles Poem. Following is my poem: Trifling with Truffles: by Richard W Linford.
I trifled with truffles in springtime; I truffled with trifles in June; I trifled and truffled in Autumn; No time just to bay at the Moon. I trifled with truffles in August; I truffled with trifles in May; I paused long enough to consider; What�s left at the end of the day. I trifled with truffles in business; T�was fun and an oft given rush; I truffled and trifled and trifled and truffled; The din of it all gave no hush. While truffling with great gastronomy; While trifling with lawsuits and more; While living it up in my mansions; Picasos Matisse I adore. Estate planning fighting off taxes; The yachts and the silver white jets; The travel to exotic places;
Not trifling with casino bets. I�m trifling and truffling I�m loving; Hot cars and the lifestyle and gold; The vanity is disconcerting; I�m feeling my years and I�m old. The Lord Jesus Christ is there waiting; He�s smiling extending his hand; I wonder and worship and ponder; The beaches and time�s golden sand. I�m truffling with billionaire money; I�m trifling with billionaire fame; I�m truffling and trifling and saddened; For what will become of my name. I�ve worked now and gathered some truffles; I�m getting along past good years; I've trifled and truffled and truffled and trifled; I wonder who�ll shed any tears. I�ve given some bucks to a college; I�ve given some bucks to a school; I�ve given some bucks to old Oxford; I�ve wondered if I�ve been a fool. No God gave me certain great talents; He's truffled them into some gold; I�ve truffled and trifled and trifled and truffled; I�ve lived a good life now I�m old. I share with my children grandchildren; The wisdom I�ve gained on my way; Just truffle and trifle and trifle and truffle; Your best is enough for each day. In truffling and trifling remember; The masses who suffer less bread; Share smiling and trifling and truffles; Before it�s too late and you�re dead. I trifle now quietly trifle; The rest home is quiet indeed; My truffles are still safely banking; Today I don�t have any need. In hindsight which is 20/20; The truffling was mighty good fun; But trifling is all that it leads to; Now that it almost is done. So here is what I've decided; I�ve thought on it long and quite hard; Decided to give half my truffles; To charity and to this bard; My kids sure do covet my truffles; They eat them with relish and say; When daddy stops trifling with truffles; We surely won�t give them away.
January 21st, 2011
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