If you could put some ideas into a sack and jumble them up a touch, pour in some Vodka (stollie obviously), 0.75 litres of creme frais, 1/4 teaspoon of clove oil and and a copy of 'My elephant does the samba' (12" version); you wouldn't get anything like this blog... Unless, it came out like poetry (you never can tell until you try).
Did I meet you once?
Did I touch you?
We held hands for a time
I'm sure we did
Then gone, gone away
away on the wind
Like a harpist in the mist,
a piper skirling in swirling fog
You are real in my dreams,
in my blood. You are real
I hear your music,
feel the beat of you
I can dance now
dance to the tune
keeping time, for a time
when you will be here
© 2007 Kahdoosch
posted by Kahdoosch at 6:24 PM
I'm nearly six foot (if I was 13 inches taller). My favourite quote is: "Hey!!! don't you think that cloud looks like a plate of mashed potato? ~Aristotle~
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