Cum Covered Realness
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Feelin’ So Good
julios.treves posted a photo:
When I opened up my eyes today
Felt the sun shining on my face
It became so clear to me
That everything is going my way
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Garden of Love
Julie Bracken posted a photo:
Oh the sun and the rain fell from up above
And landed on the earth below,
In my garden of love
Oh there’s a rose for the way your spirits rose when we met,
A forget-me-not to remind me to remember not to forget,
A pine tree for the way I pined over you
And an ash for the day I ashed you to be true
And the sun and the rain fell from up above
And landed on the earth below,
In my garden of love
Well there’s a palm tree that we planted when we had our first date,
A turnip for the way you always used to turnip late,
Your mother and your cousin Chris, they often used to come
So, in their honour, I have raised a nice chris-an’-the-mum
Oh the sun and the rain fell from up above
And landed on the earth below,
In my garden of love
Oh there’s a beetroot for the day that you said that you’d beetroo’ to me,
A sweet pea for the sweet way you always smiled at me,
But you had friends who needed you,
There was Ferdy, there was Liza
So in their honour, I put down a load of ferdy-liza
And the sun and the rain fell from up above
And landed on the earth below,
In my garden of love
But Gus the gardener’s gone now and you went with him too,
The fungus here reminds me of the fun Gus is having with you;
The rockery’s a mockery, with weeds it’s overgrown,
The fuchsia’s gone, I couldn’t face the fuchsia all alone
And my tears fell like raindrops from the sky above,
And poisoned all the flowers in my garden of love.
~~Benny Hill videolink
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20 Jun 18
Regardless of any virus, beauty will triumph! (dedicated to Elena Alice Fossi and Kirlian Camera with true love)
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The Mistress
Julie Bracken posted a photo:
Isn’t she lovely, “the Mistress”?
With her wide-apart grey-green eyes,
The droop of her lips and, when she smiles,
Her glance of amused surprise?
How nonchalantly she wears her clothes,
How expensive they are as well!
And the sound of her voice is as soft and deep
As the Christ Church tenor bell.
But why do I call her “the Mistress”
Who know not her way of life?
Because she has more of a cared-for air
Than many a legal wife.
How elegantly she swings along
In the vapoury incense veil;
The angel choir must pause in song
When she kneels at the altar rail.
The parson said that we shouldn’t stare
Around when we come to church,
Or the Unknown God we are seeking
May forever elude our search.
But I hope that the preacher will not think
It unorthodox and odd
If I add that I glimpse in “the Mistress”
A hint of the Unknown God
~Sir John Betjeman videolink
Makeup and styling by the talented Kelayla of www.transvista.co.uk/
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8 Aug 18
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