My sleeping children are still flying dreams in their goose-down heads. The lush of the river singing morning songs Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white. The grey-green pike lances upstream Kale, like mermaid's hair points the water's drift. All is morning hush and bird beautiful.
If only, I didn't have flu.
Spike Milligan 1918 - 2002
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