As the queue moves steadily forwards and I stare at the bald patch on the back of Valerie’s head, I’m thinking back to Saturday night, when you asked if I was busy, said you could get me a pass.

jingle bells, jingle bells, santa's on his way!!..

Nothing to say.

Darling, I have tracked you On every coloured thread Of the rail map. I could go on About empty tunnels Missed stops Old, old signals. How it is when 4am cakes my lids

Thus they stayed, their mating act covered by the sheet of water as they swayed with the rippling waves - Venus, rising from the water, holding her lover-son in her arms...

I sometimes even spiff and sputter That gets your ears, I know

I awoke this morning with the rays of the sun showering into my room. Many colors stimulated my senses, warming my thoughts and each part of my body that was exposed to the rays.