Ambition
I want to live where the sugarcane grows
And feel hot sand between my toes
Swing in a hammock while soaking up rain
And not wear many clothes
Rearrange clocks differently to evening time
Drink chilled beers with tinge of lime
View slowed-down passages of haloed moons
And never need a dime
A desire for a lengthy stretch of beach
Bowls filled with fruit within my reach
A very small band of students near
For lazy I can teach
posted by Harry | 8:25 AM
7 Comments:
From the depths of winter dreams of summer do flow... :)
That one arrived in the dead of a Hoohooville summer, which fizzle all-too fast.
Just so long as you wear clothes while visiting a certain owl ;)
I just be danged if I can understand these blogs........mabe I was married to a man from mars....
Say, Peas. Didn't I seed you before?
love it!!!!
p.s.-hi dad!
Thank you, David. Yer a sweetie.
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