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“The Months Fly By “

The months fly by or so it seems these days. It can hardly be almost three years since the last desert reunion and my poem written of this time, of our meeting in London, but it is. This coming April I plan to return to the desert once again back to the garden city of...

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...