i feel like yelling aloud the song 'the wind beneath my feet.....' from the rooftops at dandiya-time loudspeaker pitch. no such song? il just have to write it then.
here goes;
i float, and float and float away,
on a cloud to somewhere far away
the wind beneath my feeeeeeeeeeet.......yay!
everything looks shaky-shimmery
as if through a vaseline-coating...
terrible wish to go about gloating
the wind beneath my feeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.....yii!
not very poetic? so who said i was a poet?
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