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Tuk Tuk

Tuk Tuk Blues skies into long sultry nights draws us back once more music plays “this guys in love with you”, cascades the water and pours its charms through and down under tiny coin filled bridge. Tan men, beautiful ladies, the smell of sun, cologne and...

The World is Crying.

The World is Crying. Sadness fills our streets our beautiful places it invades our innermost thoughts it soaks through our clothes it permeates our skin it floods our eyes with salty tears the warm balmy air carried that special aroma of sun-kissed bodies and laughter...

The Poet by Susie Hemingway.

        As tumbled snow does softly lay where safe in warm this cosy realm a tableau forms of quiet moments this rhymester peers at hamlet small, still, as the day does dawn this sonneteer sees trees of silvery sparkles light the view with crystal shards, the easy set...