Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Cook them with a dash of spice,
The magic mastro,
the roll of dice,
Serve up the devil's bistro.
The light fantastic sweeps,
the purple glow softly creeps. Magical, the wonderful, the phantasm surprise of a greater height.
Force the pink garment,
the green atmosphere, the purple haze-mist.
Sneaking up on you, leave you breathless, say.
Gavin
pondered @ 23:38
