Friday, December 15, 2006
"We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
She was helping out at the back-stage...
stopping hearts and chilling beer.
Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
Like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest. "
Tull, Crest of a Knave, 1987
I dont know where I have been, but I am coming back.
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