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.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
NOT JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY Yesterday was bleak but today :-
Cirrus, whispy-lined, clouds, blown By a north wind Below a bright blue sky Where the sun makes And the snow sparkles.
Ah well quickly come quickly go. This will never last long.
So old and yet such school boy poetry.
ReplyDeleteZola is always young at heart.
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ReplyDeleteSorry, Zo-zo.
ReplyDeleteDrunk in charge of a keyboard.
Guilty as charged.