04/07/2014

Auld and knew



Ah, tu ne perds rien pour d'attendre, the wait is always worth it, my swirling little dervish…







 
There was a skirmish, backlash, 
Kyle of Lochalsh, didgery-doo, a gnu.
Whirlygig, thingamagig, help ma boab.
Or was it a squirmish, devilled eels and no can feels after the dos and don'ts, the wills and won'ts, I should her to think in the blink of another I, I, I. 

ô Ragged clause, and something kilt-ered, askew,                                          you!
Phew.
Ten thousand ours and counting, whose zoos oozed flooze?




We hit the light ... fan d'angle








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