A love poem for my shipmate by Repicheep, literature
Literature
A love poem for my shipmate
We are on our voyage of discovery now
Four weeks out of port I know
If our pea-green boat feels so small
If I go stir-crazy
If I lose sight of the horizon we set out to explore
I can count on you to help me see more clearly
Those stars that chart our course
I love you Janeliza xxxxx
A love poem for my shipmate by Repicheep, literature
Literature
A love poem for my shipmate
We are on our voyage of discovery now
Four weeks out of port I know
If our pea-green boat feels so small
If I go stir-crazy
If I lose sight of the horizon we set out to explore
I can count on you to help me see more clearly
Those stars that chart our course
I love you Janeliza xxxxx
Meet in a dark alley like animals...and emerge as angels into the light.
Taking in the delights of Mermaids, Sirens, Knights and Magicians
On a journey of exotica.
Umm. I think it is true this concept needs some work.
Imaginary evils soon become real one by indulging our reflections on them.
Men cannot not live by exchanging articles, but producing them. They live by work not trade.
Thanks Mr Ruskin.
Web 2.0 collaboration or "What pushes my buttons / makes me tick"?
What fun! I declare "this entered my head", made my hormones race, got the grey matter moving. And instantly everyone else knows too.
Fantastic. See You tube: "We are the machine"
Cultural anthropomorphology 21st century style. I love it.
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