Monday, April 19, 2010

Brandy Alexander. Scribble.

Though I'd like to be the girl for him

And cross the sea and land for him

On milky skin my tongue is sand until

The ever distant band begins to play

He's my Brandy Alexander

Always gets me into trouble

But that's another matter

Brandy Alexander

-Feist 'Brandy Alexander'

It's been stuck in my head today.

I've finally ditched my stockings.

Spring has truely sprung.

There are open-air markets, florists and everywhere smells like flowers.

I love France in the spring.

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