...manifest as time allows
true love obtained at auction
sits high upon the chattering boughs
and toast is not an option...
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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I'm as lost as Glenit's feet with this one Michael,
a questioning of archaic marriage traditions? maybe a thought on the way we quantify/qualify our valuation of love?
these are the moments I regret not eating more Salmon as a child, lol
Me too........ not quite sure....... but Glenit will need his feet for Goldie's Trad Jazz............ Fay's "bidding for love" makes sense........
I'm also lost - well actually I was never found in the first place - just a bit of nonesense.
Bidding on love can be filled with unseen appendages if time allows - -- ha -- best to get out when you can eh Mike.......... super read and one to ponder on too.
Lines from the odds and sods box put randomley together - just for fun and to see what others say - Glenit likes it.
Good Friday - Uncle MIKE ~ Brian here ! Love the GLENIT ! We all nee to find our feet in these perilouis times !
Enigmatic ODE ! In my experience *LOVE* always was an Auction. The Girls bid wih coquettishness (good word for a Friday !) and I bid with my *Elvis Looks* and fluid footwork ! Sometimes (but not often) I was the highest bidder ! Thanks for sharng ! CONFUSUS He say ~ Man with Shiney Shoes ~ outbids Man with Shiney Nose !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela - Brian & Smokey !!!
I bid with my Buddy holly looks and chattering bowels = what a catch I got. And I've never lost my feet let alone my head.
A cryptic write M.
I was gonna do 'The church cat crept into the crypt and ......'- woof! Fido says no. lol. Slight link to 'cryptic' there.
Fido says the ending is 'had a kip'.
And.... isn't it annoying, those folk who start sentences with 'and' too often?
And another thing...... lol.
... and I do agree with you Orchi.
I even came across sentences starting 'And,....' Notice the comma after 'and'. Is this wasting commas? Is Miss Berles outraged? She got many commas left?
She's completely out of commas but she drives a Commer Light Pick-Up - remember them?
Yes lol.
What have you got against toast!?
Crumbs in the bed.
Fair point. Bad toast. Nasty toast
I'm with the chattering birds admiring their boughs with this one. Oh for a silent bird, id make the toast every morning and drink one each eve.
Is it the toast or the chattering birds that you drink in the evening?
And where did the chattering birds come from? It was the boughs that were chattering. Oh so many conundrums - who wrote this piffle?
Bidding on love may be a possibility but true love is free.
Andy
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