(brooker / reid). . 'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry. 'explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'. Across the straits, around the horn: how far can sailors fly?.
My amazon six-triggered bride. Now searching for a place to hide. Still sees the truth quite easily. But shrouds all else in mystery. While madmen in top hats and tails.
I've known some ladies. That made me happy. In so many different ways. Like sweet Conchita. And Isabella. Back in my traveling' days. . Then there was Georgia.
We skipped the light fandango. Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor. I was felling kind of seasick. The crowd called out for more. . The room was humming harder.