There I was dozing
counting sheep
67, 68, 69
when
this sheep looks
me straight in the
eye and says
"Haven't I seen you
someplace before?"
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Author:
dusk arising (
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Ha - try counting backwards next time my friend -- am right now being taken to dance in the dark with that wonderful sax and oh how I adore it.
The sax is from my fav music era and genre, 50's mainstream jazz. Yes, I would start counting backwards tonite but i think a couple of them have wandered off. They're so ureliable that pair, they can't be counted on.
Ha - love it - we are but two who write with a sense of fun and long may we continue to do so.
As they say in Africa (weekdays) .. at the end of a rainbow is a croc-o-dile. Remember the sabbath and keep it in your trousers. Every (i)cloud has a sil-icone chip. Absence makes the heart grow fondle her. The pen is mightier than the ... swore! Love makes the waist grow round.
Just in case you dont do another batch tomorrow.
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absolutely Ba-barmey poem. HEhe!
Well there's enough people oh here who write "I'm about to slit my wrists" type of stuff so no harm in lightening up a bit eh?
No doubt about it he say's somewhat sheepishly .. ewe still got it D.A ..
You can beat an egg, but ewe just can't beat a good chuckle can ya ...
... Neville
Me and the sheep are an item now so i've been in the castle all day seeing if i can borrow some ramparts.
flock me ewe old rascal.. ya can't pull da wool over my eyes .. ramparts indeed , ewe mean bullocks dont ya 🙂
They wanted to charge me, tried to fleece me, the shear nerve of them, butt i had to dip into my pocket in the end. I think they thought i was on the lam or something, anyway i pretended to be 'mutton jeff', just nodded and gave them a sheepish grin. I wanted to nip into woollies for a sheeps-kin-rug but of course they went bust.
Baa humbug .. I submit sir ..
Did that sheep wake you up? Did you have to start counting over again?
No Orchidee We're dating now.
You just didn't want to count me did you, I was number 71.
You know that you have absolutely hit the spot with the music today. The 50s cool mainstream jazz is at the top of my long list of jazz I like.
Andy
Haha excellent reminded me of...
One day I was counting clouds to put myself to sleep
The clouds had eyes and ears and legs my god! I'm counting sheep!
Love this one DA "when sleep turns to dreams" are we asleep? oh so many questions
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