Miracle, don't ask me why, I don't love you any more. Why, don't ask me why. Fleetwood Mac. Annie Lennox.
The track before that.
Blue Guitar or something. Rheo Speedwagon maybe.
Don't get me wrong, Once in while.??
Oh that says it all, talk about rambled, scrambled and forgetful. Thank heavens for YOU HAVE RATED THIS blah blah, or everyone would end up thinking they had a stalker.
Miracle is not in it, it is an absolute humungous modern scientific happening of the, er, what is better than miraculous? Oh, I cannot think and it has nothing to do with the wine. It is word recall or lack of that is the problem. I kid thee not there is a deficit and it is not all in the mind. Well, it could be something to do with all the pot I have seen today and it is a good job this is not virtual cyberspace or I would be with the circling kites, spliffing their differences and getting high on more than just ozone. Oh, thank you for nothing, the word has come and gone but it was there. No, amazing is no substitute for miraculous so that is that and I still have to get past the bouncers but it can wait as I do not know the legal limit allowed for travellers in cyberspace and I am sure there was only one glass there a moment ago. Ah, there was, the second one is empty. This is a load of rubbish and what is new but at least the pot has nothing to do with the kettle being called a darker shade of pale whatever is correct in this crazy world
