― Ken L (Ken L), Thursday, 6 January 2005 14:56 (twenty years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 6 January 2005 15:02 (twenty years ago)
My darling, in my cardboard-coloured dreams,cardboard-coloured dreamsOnce again I hear your laugh.And I kiss, yes I kiss, your perfumed hair:but she's not thereThe sweet essence of giraffe.of giraffe
And each time I hear your namefrying pan, frying panOh, oh, oh my my, how it hurtshe's in painIn the wardrobe of my soul,of my soulIn the section labelled "shirts".
I mean it
― robster (robster), Thursday, 6 January 2005 15:16 (twenty years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Thursday, 6 January 2005 19:02 (twenty years ago)