Profoundness is all around us, in the cry of a baby and the chime of a cash register, the smell of wet earth and the feel of a cockroach running up one's leg...
Thanks RA, cya soon!
Ans Ms. V... I envy you/ I really do/ I wish that I could/ Salsa toooo... {To the tune of Love Me Do)
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11 comments:
how about
a scorpion might sting
but don't have wings
The lord of the things...
Thnks ray! :)
Hmmm... hadn't thought of rhyming thingy at all... maybe I'll use that for the next banner. Thanks!
very profound...and true...
gumm da...nice to c urs around...will keep comin bak..
Have fun n ensoy life..
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The search has just begun !!!
I'm a scorpion. I sting. I also do the salsa. ;)
Profoundness is all around us, in the cry of a baby and the chime of a cash register, the smell of wet earth and the feel of a cockroach running up one's leg...
Thanks RA, cya soon!
Ans Ms. V...
I envy you/
I really do/
I wish that I could/
Salsa toooo...
{To the tune of Love Me Do)
Doing the salsa/
Is no big feat/
Sway your hips/
And move to the beat!!!
(To the tune of No Particular Song)
I wish I could dance like you/
I want to salsa like you do/
My inability to move to a beat/
Is a result of my two left feet
(To the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)
Two left feet or two right/
You just need the feet to help you move/
Once the music gets a starting/
Nothing will stop you get into the groove.
(To the tune of I Can't Think Of Cool Song Tunes)
I'm sorry I didn't reply
Earlier; have been busy.
Tying up all the loose ends
I think I'm going crazy.
Getting into the groove
Is all very fine but
Everytime I get into a groove
I find it is a rut...
My track record as a dancer
Is as black as soot
You think my feet can do great things
To that I say - my foot!
(To the tune of Sawan ka mahina)
Exams aplenty
I did have too
That’s why I couldn’t
Get back to you
Salsa you cannot
But you sure can write
Maybe someday I can teach you
Move those feet right
(To the tune of I Can’t Think Of Tunes In Any Language)
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