Thursday, June 11, 2009
June
Poor little june bug floatin' in the pond
Poor little june bug not too fond
Of the water that he's floatin' on
For he's caught in a hydrogen bond.
-Adam Thoms
Poor little june bug floatin' in the pond
Poor little june bug not too fond
Of the water that he's floatin' on
For he's caught in a hydrogen bond.
-Adam Thoms
all the love
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Ye voyeurs
- Meghana Naidu
- Bangalore, India
- Nothing compares to the allure and power of the written word. An architect, a writer,a poet, I enjoy the occasional photography Love animals and would hate to live in a world devoid of them Music gives expression to the lost thoughts deep within me.... \m/
10 smoke wisps:
The way you write is sexy. Really. But I couldn't read it at all.
*stares at faint text with glasses pressed to nose*
Oh I decided to highlight the text and read.
Wonderful. :)
Read your tags below. Loved them :).
Yes, your paresnt should have never moved out of Goa.
And alchohol and sleep, both are necessary evils sometimes.
Google this : "June she'll change her tune"
@akshatha thank you! but is that text really that bad?
try some of my older posts ;)
@brown phantom: thank you again ;) ill google it as sson as im sober again. Love you all for stopping by ;)
This is Adam Thomas? Where is Meghana Naidu's bit?
But Adam boy had a way with words!
Oye Hydrogen bond! Whr's the new playlist?!
:)
@DP: mixpod website is down :| it says brb, right down to actually adding a brb to its url! O_O
soon soon
will some chocolates do till then?
;)
@bullshee meghana naidu's bit is hiding under the washing machine and refusing to come out till june 22. :|
oh btw i remember reading '...a wee bulshee...' in your post.
Hilarious.
i go "bullshee, wee bullshee" each time i see your blog. :D
Somehow, EVERYTHING you write.. I can completely relate to!
I gave poetry a try. Trust me, I have enough material to come up with a gory poem(s). But I simply couldn't. And the first thought that came to mind as I gave up on poems, was how well you write..and just how amazing your poems turns out.
Real nice, lady.
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