I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and whatever else might pop into my head. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

She Be Glide

"The Pool Player
Seven at the Golden Shovel"

She be glide. She
Be slide. She
Be dance. She
Be swing. She
Be sly. She
Glide by.

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