Writing and Reading

[*Leo the Lioness*]

fucking blanca *wipes tears*

*L

i told you already what that first one does to me.........damn you're good

[Blanca]

awe.....dont cwy weo.....*S*

[*Leo the Lioness*]

im telling you that poem has double meaning......i know you didnt intend for it to, but if you read it from another perspective it fits....

[R@@@nt In E~Minor]

Dub band

It was a kind of Afro-Celtic
Folk-goth-dub thing.
She played a nine-string bass violin
Which went through a cry-baby wah wah fuzz tone.
Ane he played a pair of fossilized mammoth bones.
Their bodies were naked
smeared with red and blue paint
The desert sage that hung in the air
caused many people to stagger and faint.
A spiritual tremble ran down my spine
and then without warning I started to cry
It was primal and edgy.
It was tribal and chic.
And all with an ambient disco beat.
You really should have been there.

[Blanca]

yeah, R@nt , I was feeling that one, it was good.....*clap clap clap*...*S*

[R@@@nt In E~Minor]

It's like.....all about words maaan....anyone for a latte??

[*Leo the Lioness*]

cawfee and poems?..........meet me in the Village *W

[past7]

*snicker

[Më£ïñÐa]

THE LITTLE THINGS YOU ASKED ME TO

My hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to
I didn't have much time for you
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your cheer
I'd say; "A little later, dear"
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door......
I wish I'd stayed one minute more.
For time is short, the years rush past...
A child grows up so fast.
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear.....
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands, once busy, now are still
The days are long and hard to fill
I wish I could go back and do

THE LITTLE THINGS YOU ASKED ME TO

[past7]

*p ...that's lovely Mel