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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
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1999 version and no it wasn't personal, it was about the Balkens Dave Song of my feet Sung with my heart Magic with my body Never too part Song of my breast Sung with my loins Rebirth of your land From the grains to hand Song of my desire Calling you to fry Rebuild your land Take from this strand Song of my heart Rhymth for your soul Hear my sparkle Make it whole I call you to fertilise I call you to grope I call you to harvest I call you to hope I call you to burning I call you to loss I call you to harvest And never mind the cost I call you from hunger I call you for death I call you for me With my very breath I call you I am the dance I call you there's no advance I call to die I call you upon the earth I call you for all you are worth I call you for my body I call anyone, I'm not sorry Look at my dance Look at my skirt Look at my legs Come to me and flirt But come to me dirty Come to me honed Come to me alive again Come to me Home |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wow....shivers!! |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
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Thanks Martie But it appears I have a contract again, so I can head off to Geneva. Dave |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
am with Martie on this and congatulations enjoy those mortgaged moments |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
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As I do life on this site Once again I say that the UK does not deliver the service to it's citizens that this site does I refuse to have my words controlled to the degree that they can then be used I would rather my words go around the world, than some small clique in the UK Dave |
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