Summer fine. I've been spending the last three weeks scouring my old files and things trying to find your personal e-mail address from days gone by, and not finding it. So I could respond to you.
What I dream I had: Pressed in organdy; Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy; Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets Down past the shop displays. I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alley ways, As I walked on.
And when you ran to me Your cheeks flushed with the night. We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight, I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near, I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears. Oh I love you, girl. Oh, I love you.
I hope that's not as creepy as it looks like it might be, coming from a complete stranger such as myself. It's just the lyrics to "For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her" by Simon and Garfunkel (but of course you knew that).
E-mail me back please. The personal e-mail address is smellyfootjones at yahoo dot com. Please again.
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What I dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways,
As I walked on.
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.
I hope that's not as creepy as it looks like it might be, coming from a complete stranger such as myself. It's just the lyrics to "For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her" by Simon and Garfunkel (but of course you knew that).
E-mail me back please. The personal e-mail address is smellyfootjones at yahoo dot com. Please again.
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