Manchester 2003
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| Meals consisted of chocolate cakes, bottles of wine, delicious salmons, sandwiches, cosmopolitans and bowls of soup. I was lucky enough to even have french onion soup while there. Walked and talked and giggled until we found a little hide-away tucked in the city. It was there that I had French Onion Soup with a glass of screwdriver, and the buzzing flies came out to play. |
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| Taken outside an ancient building blasted from the world war. With a bit dizziness, she plonked on down the steps and watched the traffics wheezed by. The night was young and next would be dinner and then to a club. The club with giant puppets grooving outside. Those dancing girls who perfered to entice you instead of me lost their valued customers, it should have been me they approached. Too bad, I say. Dancing puppets suited me fine. Especially with free flow but at a huge cost, sorry Donuty bagel. |
| Reliving our picnic by the dock moments, but this time with crumbs trailing down her coat and onto the pavement. We ate with quiet thoughts on our mind. If i could pry open, I would be the manipulation master of you just as Yoko was, or so the world like to believe. |
| Chasing autumn leaves as it fell from heaven above and onto her. She crushed them underneath her feet and giggled at the noises made. You tried to walked backwards and stopped time. I thought you succeed. Pause and rewind. |
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