I am growing old,
I am growing old;
I should stop wearing surfing shorts
below my belly fold.
nah... just stop daring to eat peaches and stick to lettuce leaves, you'll be fine. :) t x
Rough morning in Lancashire, was it Michael? For just a micro-fleeing moment, as my eyes caught a glint of this piece, i thought you had dabbled in a slice of 'Ku... Then i re-set....digested all, including a most inveterating title.....and enjoyed it much, as i do with all your work...Time to crash...And Manhattan has had a long weekend & it shall sleep, tonight/this morning...Just don't tell the other 4 burroughs! Frank...
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh my, yes please do stop! Now I must quick, imagine Brad Pitt! ! ! lol. ;)