and the The Knights of the Besmirched Countenance
They might have done.... but why are they wearing swimming-costumes with fake boobies painted on?
to keep their real boobies warmxxx
Overhead the albatrossHangs motionless upon the airAnd deep beneath the rolling wavesIn labyrinths of coral cavesAn echo of a distant timeComes willowing across the sandAnd everything is green and submarine.And no one called us to the landAnd no one knows the wheres or whys.Something stirs and something triesStarts to climb toward the light.
oh my ... did YOU write this ??? Soub - poet! A real POET man ... Wow! I think you should write these fragments down in your notebook. Let them simmer... poetry is being born here, sweetheart!!xxx
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