Posted by DaDDY on December 17, 1998 at 04:18:05:
In Reply to: Re: A letter from DADDY posted by Glencora Falconer on December 17, 1998 at 01:05:37:
: My good Sir,
: I'd cut mistlestoe with the silver scyth and lay it at your, and his blessed mother's, feet. I'd burn the yule log and toast you with the best the vines proffer. All for that creation, that, oh so handsome, fruit of your loins. If I could, if I was would, if it was possible.
: Have the merriest of holidays and remember, we are but the stuff dreams are made on......
: Worshipfully,
: G. Falconer
: : Careful as you select your tread Glencorra, there is life this man yet. Indeed I understand but sadly you give me no credit for the creation of this mighty being.
: : So I shall slink off into the sunset and shed a tear or two and think deeply that what may have been is not so.
: : Merry Christmas to you and most of what you wish, only most for the thought that I see is really not on.
: : DaDDy
Glencora
I fear without doubt the yeilding silver sycthe as I do all instruments so sharp held firm by so literate a persons gentle hand.
Surely my girded loins are done for, as is my hand that trembles with the passing of the time ( or thats my excuse and I am sticking to it).
That ebb, that flow that tints your every word has entranced my soul, my thougts, but not my principles, held high and safe upon a tall and lean thorn ridden stake.
From which deep thoughts can such words emerge to encase, and to en trance, to hold me, to captivate me within your very grasp or nearly so.
Farewell fair one and be blessed this coming time of festive frivolities.
DaDDY