As warmth surrounds mine

I can think of no better time

When fires rage

And two become rhyme



All life's a stage

Once said the sage

And two can be one

One color of beige


Oils melt from rays of sun

Spoils felt from days undone

Burn deep and held strong

Eyes meet and see wanton



The B-3 holds the note so long

It sweeps the keys to release the throng

There is no reason and the truth is plain to feel

As the pale became emotion pent up from a song






And deep within we still cannot hide

And deep within we still cannot hide













THE END












I bow

bravo! encore!

I..






















...thud

:o





:D





:)

Behooved, as always. ;)

:p

ror!

I missed this first time through....

post of the week no question!

Who is this masked man LateFires?





Will he receive a calling?

I woul offer his name as a ..."friend of mine".





And to receive the needle stick...and the saint to burn.........to become a made member.....an amico nostra....a friend of ours.......a rollah coastah......a mend for hours ...in the place you trod .....break out the flowers.....he will grace in FOD....

!!!

THEBBY!

Too kind!

But Morty's really been doing fine work all week.

I hate you.

my appreciation for Morty's fine work is well known....

however one must give credit where credit is due....your modesty makes you that much more deserving of praise:p

Oh I'm kidding...sorta.

Maaaa'am.






Will you kindly knock it off?

Oh I'm kidding...sorta/kinda.

uh-oh I woke the beast...he's jealous....I must hide.