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Tempting...

I'm seriously tempted to pick up paradigmshifty from the airport in my dressing gown, but I have decided against it because I don't drink tea or coffee.

It just wouldn't work as well without a cup of tea or coffee in my hand.

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draquin
Jul. 21st, 2006 11:27 am (UTC)
Milo ? Hot chocolate ? Warm milk ? Warm water ? Rum ? Scotch ? Ouzo ?

They all fit in a cup :-P
ozisim
Jul. 21st, 2006 01:41 pm (UTC)
coke in a mug looks like hard-core coffee.
greenglowgrrl
Jul. 21st, 2006 09:41 pm (UTC)
A meershaum or a teddybear would work just as well. Or a pillow.
paradigmshifty
Jul. 23rd, 2006 09:30 pm (UTC)
I wonder why anyone thinks that I would have even blinked at it... :-)
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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