Bits of tat, no folds to smother,
A tall pile of thought with a liquid centre.
Wide eyed glee with a will to enter
Rosy cheeks and flip-flops of joy;
Observe to avoid all thoughts that cloy -
Step square, face a fears that haunt,
And move with meaning on a spring-stepped jaunt.
Hey Jamie. Thanks!
ReplyDeletere. p.s.: I'm Jonny Peel. Hard to answer more specifically than that. How'd you find this blog? Through Sam Moyo maybe? If so, I was at Uni with her. Are you "Muffled Voices"? We have the internet and brains and fingers, I'm sure we can overcome this problem with persistence and a little luck.
Big Love
p.s. Who are you?
p.p.s. I like use of post scripts by the way. Not enough of that in today's crazy mixed up world. Good man.