Now i've found a song to sing about the color of this outfit of the Lord
i know it's only these few words, but they're simple and elegant
all of know this outfit, all of you know the name
you've all seen the blue and gold of 'Nila so many times before.
Today it went on with narcissus leis punctuated by roses and mums.
The sky is that familiar color of the season. So i donned my cold gear and headed onto the long and winding to offer respect to the tree and on to the point at the hook. Around the east cliff and the sunny cove some of the folks think that for the weather, i've gone too far, but that's the pedaler in me. Check out the scene on the redone road help a fellow pedaler mend his flat and if i sprint a bit too fast, hey, that's the pedaler in me. From the theater to the gecko's shop where i take some time to talk trade some tales of the road, well that's just the pedaler in me. Careful not to get lost in the west side triangle so keep the dog wash on the left sneak through the harbor and the boats, well that's more pedaler in me. On the way of the wharf road right up to the long and winding one and if a team in training all pass me well they're just better pedalers than me.
Bhakta Blade was in town this evening so he took the reigns this evening. Pralad-a-dad is this evening's dress. Chodders are making a comeback in these chilly chilly nights. Still they dance all night.