Jan 15, 2012

sofia in Bugiba


so l sat with this crepe and a coffee
the white chocolate running off my lips
the warm honey crepe slipping down my throat



the waitor passes as l look up `are you enjoying that sir`
l know should have been ashamed but it was sheer bliss
l know someone who would love to share this crepe with myself

here's my crepe joke . . . .
my mate said this was crepe
l don`t know l thought it was alright
LOL

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

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That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
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Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
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