Feeling's fingers pluck the strings, lovingly my sweet heart sings. Echoing a long lost tune, last heard under silvery moon. Pleasures past are soon remembered, ones thought to have been dismembered. And so it seems that dreams do come, so true; and there is love, 'twixt me and you.
Reason for writing:
I received a blue floppy disk in the post today, from a loved one, which made me feel like bursting into song, so I did. It also made me feel like writing a poem, so I did. It also made me feel horny, so I did that too. Strange effects, from a bit of blue plastic, and I haven't even read it yet, as I can't find a program to read it, but I will.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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