Beloved palm sits in the shade... Like me... It does not seem to like to see the sun... Again... Like me... And though my Beloved is...

-Half a year (astonished) Constantly Surprised. At time leaving When do we lose that? -Before I begin I have a far back top molar that is...

Palm to palm is holy palmer’s kiss.   Hand   Give me your hands.   When April, with its showers sweet, the drought of March has pierced to the root, then people get itchy feet and want to go on pilgrimages. Trot trot trot to Canterbury.   Palms, hands, pilgrims, applause, handshakes, agreements, matrimony, business deals – further and further from the tree. Palm trees entirely obliterated by their metaphor, overshadowed by symbolism. 2,600 species of palms, waving in balmy cl

You were always there for me, my dear, faithful, trusted friend. Together, we embraced clear, sparkling, sun-kissed waters, misty...

“Get out of my way” gruffed the mountain as he barged through the shopping mall, forcing his trolley past and through a gathering. “Fucking tourists. Don’t just stand there chatting, this is for walking not for standing around chatting. Haven’t you all got places to be instead of in my way?”   “Well, I never” bustled the older lady, trying to manoeuvre her shopping cast out of the way, only to have it jag into his path and force it into his gut.   “Oh, for Christ’s sake, ya b