Monday, October 01, 2007



She asks me 'why?' 'why the Deities don't have a yellow and red dress?' It just never came into our head, but the seamstress seized what the young girl said. The next outfit was yellow and red, at least Gandharivka and Giridhari had that. Mahaprabhu has a more mango shade. Yeah give 'em an fit that's red, yellow and red shinny, flowing, with streamers and special made necklaces, earrings, and ankle bells.
Off to see the bear but he was just locking his door so i made off to the soccer pitch and around the east cliff to the redone road. At the theater was a pedaler on an 'e'. That pedaler went to the flower shop and i to the gecko. The gecko told me of the peloton and who was on top. Next was the cruiser king who led me to the dog wash. Then the harbor appeared. Soon as i could look up there was a scooter beside me and following me between the lakes. Scooter passed on at the windmill and i went on to the sunny cove. Then the opal cliff where the sufferers were drying, coming out of their wet suits. Around the hook and to the fruit market then a sprint for the sheer joy of it to see if i can slide in under the tag, come in safe for the kirtan. i make it by a heffer's step. Thank you Dizzy.
They call East Bengal the Radha desa, this one's baby blue. They dance off into their late night pastimes in this Radhastami dress of lace and fineness.

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