Trapped behind a desk, first at school, then at work
Why on earth are folks such awful jerks
If we didn't like school, why continue to suffer
Just because some boss made a great offer?
Rebel! Break out! Do the unconventional!
Find a pursuit that's completely unmentionable
Spend a year searching for the 'missing link'
Move to the equator, build an ice-skating rink
Heed my advice, friend, and you'll never be sorry
Ta-ta and good luck! ~ Time for my noonday safari
by Wayne Wysocki
A fellow who fractured his hip
Learned a valuable tip
If liquor you drink
At the ice skating rink
You're probably going to slip.
Oh, my – elated thrills delight my chills!
No matter how often I pinch myself,
we are snow globe coupled ‘neath white hills
in Christmas Cheerville with merry elves.
Sweet town abounds with dreams come true.
Heaven is skating on this ice rink with you
thru ideal, melodic, soft falling snow
and holding mitten clad hands as we go.
‘Tis romantic bliss receiving your kisses
that long topped my Christmas wishes.
I love inhaling my desired view –
a world construed for two, me and you.
I feel so safe and completely warm
in this lovely, ongoing snowstorm.
With your strong arms around me
my temperature reads happy.
Covers lift, shift and love’s snow globe fades
as my eyes view my husband sleep arrayed.
Smiling, I wonder, ponder, feel and I think
of ways to gift him, my love, an ice-skating rink.
Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx bouncing bopping booming bacon.. And division is neither a derision nor a diluge. Hahahaha and a cake. Hahahaha and a friendly reminder off a pickled caper. A quiff is a quaff in a quantitive quagmire. A tangerine now on a trampoline. Wow. Bounce. Bouncy. Vern Vorster virtue. Xxxxx molecules of molluscs are mandatory minions. And a mandatory man is not a male nor a tan. Ridding riding radio. Xxxx hahahaha and a dolphin donut arch. But no treacle. Just tape. Hahahaha and feel good a fragment. Xxxxx z z z and a p y q and obviously its time and date and correspondences and correctional xxxxxx distillation z
Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx
Sanity is a misjudged jump off a ship that is floating randomly. Currently there are eighteen currents. To be utilised is not always useful. And usefulness can be located in even the hardest wooden sieve. Take no camel to an ice skating rink. As it might fall. Hooves have hopping heaping hazards. So flick the lights on and signal when alighting a roadway. Now it is the time to make the gravy and serve the dish. It is very very important that the spoon enters at the correct angle. And the powder is added when the water boils. Not before. Or afterwards either. Today there has been fog,sun,storms,hail,mist,rain and an eclipse. Wow. Such a display in a forty foot sky piece. Akin to growing an oil painting in a greenhouse then? Yes said dustbin. It is. Most certainly. Hahahaha and xxxx and a z to it. Reflexologies
Its all of your imagination,
The night life, in the day time? All the shine, in the
New York, New York, kinda times
New York times in the winter months imaginable, very cold,
Let me really make it in a New York kinda mind frame , crystal clear, fashion with nothing,
Nothing but the best, and the rest is a block ago,
at the end of the block, Turn left,
Then in a quick New York minute,
you'll see a big Christmas tree and ice skating rink,
When you see the taxi with the big logo saying
Go That away!
You've only gone to far in a New York Kinda minute.
My heart's sonata races screaming to a rhythm.
Fingers like drumsticks.
Lips frozen like a an ice-skating rink at Christmas.
Voice howling like deep bass.
Eyes black and white piano notes.
My body, the band, is an empty auditorium after the stage blew down in a storm.
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