Monday, October 26, 2009

As for you Miss Delyrical

A s for you my little tinker bell, you haven't got a thing. Going . Neither past nor future. So settle your wild horse, stellar. Be calm. As the mist layeth down no thing,
and love's tawny habit' s a practice and long deployment.





_________________________ No too lyrical as far as Franny is concerned! But that's her problem now isn't it?