No moaning oafs or tardy toffs, the cauterwauling's got to stop
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No moaning oafs or tardy toffs, the cauterwauling's got to stop
On top of the mountain there's a clear view, it's the beginning of something bold and new.
People look down on that sort of shouting.
Quietly cools the snow-clad mountain, how late it is...
Reach for the stars, do not fear time.
See those children still caterwauling.
Take them for a picnic and relax, don't panic...
Understand their need to explore.
Vigorous excercise should help to burn off all of that energy.
When we've finished eating we can all build sand-castles
Xenophobic, I advise against it.
You're giving me advice? Ah, if only xenophobia were my only vice
Zany as you are, I envy you.
Alphabets in endless loop, I think I'll try some alphabet soup
Better get it right, or we will get into a grammar fight.
Carping over commas? I'm afraid I dinnae wanna
[as my Scottish friends would say]
Dealing in issues of literature, grammar is - but an english fixture.
English is so gallant and in-demand, spoken softly in accents it soothes the mind
Fearless we are at the common sounds, of earthmoving poets and writers alike.
Going through words like a machine gone bezerk until I realise this is never going to work
Having read and re-read, I am almost at the end of my teather.
I slow my pace down like a feather falling in slow motion
Jealousy exists within my heart, for thee, with a peaceful mind.
Kindly retract your jealousy, dear, for twas a play on words and means nothing, I fear
Leave my heart and enter my head, for only you know the truth.
My God! How do I get in there? Is there a door, & where will I sit? Is there a chair?
No, you must enter through the sixth sense.
Oh I see, well that's easy, I'll switch my other five off and commune with the sixth, cough
Perfect, now enter slowly, you mustn't do any damage as I need my brains... (:lol::lol:)
Quite tidy in here, isn't it? I can't find the settee! Where do I sit?
Really my good man, it is an honour to enter, one must stand for respect.
Sitting down is my usual thing [so lazy], but for you I'll stand just so, ting-a-ling [you amaze me]
Today you witness the truth with your own blue eyes and thus will broaden your heart.
Utterly broadened: my heart and brain; so collides does our loss and our gain
Visual reality is to the mind, but virtual reality is true to one's heart.
World is reality and the world is our brain, ours to lose, regain again
(Why do I always get stuck with the X?:rolleyes:)
X marks the spot, so it seems.
Yes 26 letters devoured in pairs
Zero, is all I have come up with for the next sentence.
A new alphabet begins and as a story unfolds.