By wordley |
Date: 2002 Apr 03
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She appeared before me , a vision in white damask, etheral, her siren song carressing my senses, |
She stood there , arms outstretched, as some magnificent swan, gliding along above the sea swell,
I could hear her , clearer now, her soft tones beseeching me to ... what was she saying??
Telling me that all was well in Herta land, telling me the one thing I needed to know...
Its OK everyone, Celine has said so... "I believe that the hotdogs go on!!