Sunday, March 04, 2007

Sunday Night



Nature waits upon thee still
And thy verdant cup does fill;
'Tis filled wherever thy dost tread,
Natures self's thy Ganimede.

4 comments:

Susie said...

Hiya,

I'm not sure how this link thing works...hello

Fi said...

Nothing to do with honesty honey, just sheer desperation to off-load!!
Up until now, no-one's ever read any of my rants/musings/voms. Kind of wierd, but think I'll try and remain uncensored as long as possible (at least until the lawsuits I suppose)!

Fi said...

Arrgh, still have that demented photo

miss-cellany said...

Don't ever censor it, if certain people take offence, then would only be because you touched a nerve.