Friday, 4 September 2009

Private care, sugar pills, the flak of healing, fragrance my escort of no meaning.

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For Seaneen (on her birthday).

3 comments:

blissful chick said...

ahahahahahaha!

sigh, oh sparky, how we miss thee

soulbrush said...

he has to rest against that tree before he hears the cost. not surprising.
wordveri:moping (hope not), think of new plants and growing garden.

Ellis Nadler said...

bonzer