« Reply #13695 on: Nov 10, 2006, 07:24 AM »
Couldn't you just have him for breakfast some days? Look at those eyes, and that mole, and those lips. The touch of light in his hair, half his face in shade...Oh, there's just too much to look at...


« Last Edit: Nov 10, 2006, 07:32 AM by Rosie »

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Danny and me, Danny and me, Danny and me and the sea,
Bobbing out of Pleasure Bay, the islands on our lee;
Spectacle, Georges, Gallops, the sun-wash on the brine
Castle Island where Skovo danced a bear-dance in bear-time.
The Golden Boy has chosen, I know what I will be
Danny and me, seanchai, Danny and me and the sea.
A Map of the Harbor Islands JG Hayes