Knock me down with a feather
This bit of verse just slays me. It's a Molimo song of the pygmies of the Congo (I don't know what that is, but it's stuck in my head all these years), and I've long dropped out of touch with the chap who pointed me to it many years ago. Here it is..
"If you must be candid, be so beautifully,
For there is a man in the neighbourhood who is dying"
"If you must be candid, be so beautifully,
For there is a man in the neighbourhood who is dying"
posted by nevermind at 9:39 PM
2 Comments:
Verses, schmerses.
It's been a while. How are you?
Can't be better punkster, have retreated to the sunny climes of India for a year or maybe more, as a 'kept man','gentleman of leisure', 'homemaker' etc. Great fun it is, especially the food, the cooking and the re-connecting.
What about you? You had me worried at a certain point of time.
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