His was a song that knew no words
Lifting and fulfilling itself with each note
Flute on lips and eyes twinkling like sapphires
Blue skin rapt with the passing breeze
Cheeks raised to the irridescent melody
Each time his tongue touched the reed
Another universe was born.
Hey, you, Simon! Great and guh-roovy to hear from you. Netherlands, huh? Wow. I didn't think our blog went that far, but, then again, they don't call it the WWW for nuthin --- God bless you, my friend, and may the Creator of the Cosmos bestow upon thee a wonderful, wonderful CHRIST-mass (hint-hint) -kold
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