In artford, ereford and ampsure..
Urricanes ardly ever appen..
apologies to my fair lady..-
What's it meant to..
It will always show you..
To you..
Accepting that is your choice..
And yours alone..-
Oh, my dearest..
Of who do you wish..
To draw the fragrance..
You desire..
He standeth before you..
But you do perceive him..
Only in your dreams..-
Oh ye, of no faith..
Why dost thou blow..
I told you..
I love thee..
Do thou?..
Love me?..-
Good lord..I'm a good guy..
I'm waiting..I've got 20 huge jars..
They're empty..
And I'm a useless good for nothing bugger..
Thirty pieces of silver will do..
Tongue hanging out π-
But.. don't you know?.. it's already snowing..in fact, it never stopped..
Somewhere..it's raining, it's a heatwave or just pleasant..
Hot August Night is just a song..Wet days in September likewise.. you even have Seasons in the Sun..
It's truly a peculiar fascination!-
...and MAYBE, it's because we love OURSELVES..
more than we love OUR FELLOW PEOPLE...-
Autocorrect ruined my apology..
I'm glad it did, as logically..
It was not my fault, her mistake..
I got to hear her say sorry, my cupcake..
There is a lesson in the learning, in all you partake..-