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It Who no longer can listen It Saw a gusty wind Come up to listen Before I was ten and all of the evil grids From a hill where rats consider And they gang And they topple And they send a smoke ring Into the onion field A ghost! And this can make you choke Coming from the throat Of a ghost! And sent to my weak knees From a voice plantation All in together In terror
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Thomas you look thoroughly gorgeous, pet!! Dig the antlers!! Well at least you made a token gesture to Xmas, even if the spirit wasn't entirely there. Was it a work "do"?
I too find the endless round of a) parties b) eating and c) drinking rather tiring. Not that I don't enjoy it all, but by the time you get to actual Xmas itself, you feel like you've already done enough of a), b) and c)! And also look / feel considerably bloated. Nice.
Aaah well the diet can start in the new year...
yeah it's all been too much...last week particulary... the antlers are courtesy of the funloving Dutch team in my office, they made an effort and persuaded me to come along in the first place. And the seemingly neverending free drinks kept me there...
Endless free drinks definitely help. And how nice of the team to provide the antlers, I think you should wear them more often.
Have a fabulous Xmas liebling and hope to see you very soon in the new year!!
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