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Monday, September 18, 2006

I love to fly ~ Updated ~

I love to fly in cyber space, to gently ebb and flow
A thought will catch me unawares, to seek I must go
I’ll googley gladly search that thought
Ramp around a while,
And follow each thought through and through
Laterally, literally, up, down, converse and convex!
To share, to greet, to love and laugh, to bless and hex
E-mail then, as quick as that, you from truly me.
Or group mail, messages, this you need to see!
A little more of truth escapes, freeing up our space
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.


The number crunchers make some sense
It’s adding up to one, no three, no binary!
I’ll leave this port through google still
Thirty seconds ‘til crash and burn, I will
I will, click, double click, close. Yip! Yip!
That Wombat in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!


I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
For peace of mind, to Forest House I’ll gladly go
Code Red through cyber space, your beacon I can see!
So fly on down for Gingerbread and hot, strong green tea.
Our wicked jokes, we’ll share and tell, more friends arrive,
Old and new, the truth gently spreads, we breathe freely
To poetry we’ll gladly turn, recite the works of then.
Our favourite Lady ever of all The Lady Emily Dickinson.
We learn, and love and sigh again, knowledge from the past!
Yet more of truth escapes, and freedom gives us grace
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.


The number crunchers laugh with glee
It’s adding up! Tied by number three!
We laugh right back, and munch our snack‘
Twas ever so, you’ll never know, Code Red
And those Forest ladies delicious Gingerbread!
That Copper Witch in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!


I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
My Ladies of the Bluebell wood, gentleness doth grow
The blue of sea and long lost lakes, the blue of skies
Of ice and chill and cold, deepest sparkling blue
Thus cyber bonds are forged both strong and true
The Cyber Fey they throw a line, with aim both good
And true, they guide and help through unknown wood
Their wands sprinkle fairy dust sparkling with rainbow hue
We shoulder hold the line with honour code of blue.
Until at last the clear is found, the truth grows awhile in space
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.

The number crunchers get a thought
Time by comments, factor nought
That must be it it’s adding up!
It always will
Quoth we, its lavender and bluebells still
By Granny Ann and Lavender Pavlova,
That Captain in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!

I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
Where fields of green and plains with wildflowers grow
The sun is up and will shine, lending you his strength
Blessing Mother Earth, the days begin to grow in length
The Ladies of the Hedgerow do blossom and grow,
Tiny sprouting leaves of green, emeralds do show.
The green of bronze with verdigris, green of grass
Giant trolls, they call us yet, and gladly tell which pass
We dance our way; dance with shade, light and truth,
At cards we play, Two of Queens, three Jacks and Ace
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.

The number crunchers crunch on yet
Time by comments I’ll place a bet!
Ah yes we cry and quizzed by three
You have us there, we laugh, but you see
Number three and all the rest still add to infinity
That Geezer in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-
mail Three, Alpha, Snap!

I love to fly in cyber space, to gently ebb and flow.
Aztec God calls me now, with golden hue does glow
Salvia, sage wisdom offers blessings for all to find
Divinorium leads the way will never leave us blind.
Dark arts, Chaos, Norse Ways, leave behind the cold
“Don’t be coy and don’t be shy, fortune favours the bold”
The Carnival plays the tunes I knew in days of old.
Armageddon crashes in…..I really have no choice.
In the distance, from lands unknown I hear a secret voice
And So return from facing hell to golden orange face.
Spider Fey weave webs of delicate, white magical lace

The number crunchers bore me now
They ask and ask, and still ask “How”
“your number game is too absurd
‘twas ever quizzed by the power of world!
Ask me not how, when time is “then”
‘Tis now it’s time for the children of men!”
That Shaun in space gave me a wrap
Sent to email Three, alpha, Snap!