Yippee Calloo Callay!

You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
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Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Chai


Chai


clink the spoon the twink of twirl the golden chi of buddhist submarine ring, ting, the window drips, the rain is sweat, like porridge honey on a spoon, the bowl the rowl the cast the md]ud, chi, the submarine fox laughs barking at the lamp lights row by row biros smashed al upon the stone, the pass port gone the drift a loan, love pinched, half inch to the sea, the station, in a bottle police, glass at the bus stop smashed like a stamped biro, ink all across the roads, shards of glass glitter in lines and crackles, arts made anew in two, hearts inside the hand bag clip clip, tick tick sweet hove, the hob, is warm the fire, hands feel better from the cold, true true, lovely electrcik gas blue, brew brew brew, two or more sugar falls heaping into beautyfull snow chi snow, into the hot water filling up the cup, rie rise rise, bag rise, swim dip spin, sink, sponge, plo, chi, hot hot hot, steam, hands hug, warmth, ahhh drink, sweet sweet belly full of goodness.

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