ha smiles... maybe the heat makes us a bit more open for everything.. and def. yes on the shorter skirts.. we're having a heat wave over here - i would love to go naked - ha
August is wicked in so many ways. This is a wicked good write. Brian, funny you say that- in the Boston area, the number of people in September or October of 1979 (myself included) are staggering because in 1978 there was a huge blizzard. Lots of people keeping themselves warm. ;)
OMG OMg Ihope you don't think I'm perverted but that makes me want to simply explode with lightright now was that 140 characters yet. I'm almost there...hehe! Love it friend!
Bare legs are just begging to be twittered! Funny and probably accurate enough to be a proverb of sorts. Hey, is that first line a play on T.S. Eliot, or am I just reading that into it on my own?
You're such an old fashioned romantic. Nowadays, after all the 'twittering' there's more likelihood of a visit to the local Marie Stopes' corner shop than wedding bells.
ha smiles... maybe the heat makes us a bit more open for everything.. and def. yes on the shorter skirts.. we're having a heat wave over here - i would love to go naked - ha
ReplyDeleteIf Lady Godiva could ride through the streets of Coventry naked so can you Claudia :)
ReplyDeleteha. wedding bells due to too much heat in august...funny my boys were born in september and october...it was trying to stay warm in winter....
ReplyDeleteI love the hands and skirts that twitter everywhere...
ReplyDeletehands twitter softly -- LOL a new word, and a new way to use it!! now that's what poetry is all about.
ReplyDeletea tweet of a poem
Had to laugh at the last line...
ReplyDeleteAugust is wicked in so many ways. This is a wicked good write. Brian, funny you say that- in the Boston area, the number of people in September or October of 1979 (myself included) are staggering because in 1978 there was a huge blizzard. Lots of people keeping themselves warm. ;)
ReplyDeleteChortles!
Deletemade me laugh.. in the heat of the moment or the month here, one can do anything..
ReplyDeletegood subject.. and suitable for a really good tweet.
Nicely crafted, and love those twittering hands.
ReplyDeleteOh that heat of the moment one may promise anything...nicely done!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wicked poem, and an even more wicked closing line!
ReplyDeleteOMG OMg Ihope you don't think I'm
ReplyDeleteperverted but that makes me want
to simply explode with lightright
now was that 140 characters yet.
I'm almost there...hehe! Love
it friend!
Bare legs are just begging to be twittered! Funny and probably accurate enough to be a proverb of sorts. Hey, is that first line a play on T.S. Eliot, or am I just reading that into it on my own?
ReplyDeleteApril is the cruelest month...sounds like it!
Deletemy grandmother said the first baby can arrive at any time. the rest take nine months.
ReplyDeleteLOL...a very cool Granny!
DeleteLove "hands twitter softly"
ReplyDeleteYou're such an old fashioned romantic. Nowadays, after all the 'twittering' there's more likelihood of a visit to the local Marie Stopes' corner shop than wedding bells.
ReplyDeleteI will be pleased when you can retire Doddles and smell the roses...too much exposure to real life can result in jading:)
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