Bon Été, Bon Été … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 459 & Part 460

 

Today is Sunday, the 21st of June 2026.
Bon Été, Bon Été …

Voilà l'été
Voilà l'été
Voilà l'été
Voilà l'été
Voilà l'été, j'aperçois le soleil…

I am an owl, thinks Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl. I don't like the sun. And I don't like summer. I am a bird of the night.

He opens his beak and turns his head towards the sun and lets the warm wind breath through his brown feathers.

Don't I like the sun? And don't I like summer?

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"Bromford"

Pray for who
Pretty please
Who knows what
Crowded, empty
Crowdsurfing all winter

Hand to hand, you surfed all SUMMER
Bloodstream sick with contraband
A perfect stranger's perfect

Hand to mouth all SUMMER
Hand to mouth all SUMMER
Hand to mouth all SUMMER

Today the country clerk of Orleans Parish dropped the call twice
Then coldcalled, "Baby, baby, your new adventure will be mind blowing
Mind blowing
Mind blowing"

Hand to hand all winter
Hand to hand all winter
Hand to hand all winter

Today the country clerk of Orleans Parish dropped the call twice
Then coldcalled, "Baby, baby, your new adventure will be mind blowing
Mind blowing
Mind blowing"

Hand to hand all winter.

"Bromford"

SUMMER was all we had
Wish that we'd been older
In my weaker times
You're still on my shoulder

My one time love
My injured blood
My songless bird
My sweet interred
I will never know

Dresser where I found
Papers of my father
Bromford my home
She was my first mother

I still look for light
This did not destroy me
I was given love
You can now rest sweetly