now it is Talk to me baby, soft and low. tell me lies. tell me I am marvellous. Then if you decide it is really so, just swear you'll be mine forever. Otherwise, just talk to me and tell me lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.

Laundry of bed sheets of hubby, a few towels and clothes is going. the music is upbeat right now. The song Talk to Me, has ended.  I turly wonder why no one reads my blog now that it has been sane for the longest. was it just entertainment to people? To see how a nutty poet writes here and there when under the inlfuence of pot?