Saturday, February 02, 2008
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
6 comments:
Swans?
Look like dirty geese on heat to me.
Are you confusing the swans with something else Zola?
They are Swans so carry on your sweet cygnus songs as much as you want.
They are swans.
Dirty geesers on heat? What do they look like, diplomaticaid?
Or sound like, LB?
Bugger it me pure white swans have been goosed agin.
Getting goosed from all sides.
Might get to like it.
They do have red beaks.
What more to say?
Most would prefer the Whooper.
Or the Mute.
Artists and Swans (circ 1967) need to do their own thing.
As the Midnight Special rolls on and on and...... as the Midnight Special lost the transistor radio
We have the blog....
You my frown eyed pearl.
We lost you.
Going down and back to the river.
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