It must be the second moon of spring. Summer is waiting around the corner. Sun is doing his best to help men dry out the earth. Who will stop them blooming and glooming?
»What are you doing, Bromford Bibble?« asks the llama that is living with me in my penthouse on the rooftop and above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside that is called like the man. Or is the man named after the town?
»I'm only scribbling, animal. Only scribbling.«
»What are you doing, Bromford Bibble?« asks the llama that is living with me in my penthouse on the rooftop and above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside that is called like the man. Or is the man named after the town?
»I'm only scribbling, animal. Only scribbling.«
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Today is Monday, the 12th of May 2025.
Flower Moon
Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
»You are kind of obsessed with owls, aren't you, dude?«
I stay quiet and keep on scribbling.
I stay quiet and keep on scribbling.
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