[The following thought dance was kindly shared with us by Happy Cow's good friend Simon Drew. When he is not busy doing nothing at all, Simon can be found dancing like a genuine dance legend, playing black-jack in Monte Carlo, foiling arch-villains' attempts to take over the world and running the online groups English Stuff and International Monthly Hatstand Day. If you are not still giggling with joy, why not leave a comment at the bottom of this page. You can sign in to the comments widget using your Facebook or Google accounts, or just leave a message without signing in. If you are, just click on the 'Like' button instead. Enjoy!]
Smoke drifting on the wind,
some will say it's saintly,
some will say it's a sin,
not sure where these things begin,
but there is a place where they don't exist,
it doesn't have a name but it does persist,
a placeless place full of lemonade,
where we are busily playing with a bucket and spade,
watching towers grow up to sky,
then tumbling down in the blink of an eye,
all of it is a bit of fun,
some sit on the sand with a nip of rum,
and watching the waves lap at their feet,
forget all about truth and deceit,
magical snagical candy ride,
lasting as long as the eternal tide.
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