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Meow Yen lived above the blue lantern café,
She dreamed a pink cherry blossom dream of running away,
Leave her dark memories scattered on the floor,
She would feel the warmth of happiness like sunshine once more...
She vowed to leave Tokyo, that city so old,
She would take back her heart and the kisses she sold
Her painted paper fan hid the lie in her smile,
Her laughter was tearful even as her manner beguiled,
Meow Yen walked home in the water color rain,
White hands covering her silken pain,
That night she ate rice and opium,
Her lips closed over it like a poem,
She imagined a cloud of butterflies from heaven did descend,
They came to spirit away the beautiful Meow Yen....
Big Time in Phoenix
Goodluck dear family across the pond, making big deals with the Hollywood stars. Wish I were there! Fortune favors the bold!
Blood-sport
The history of Cinnamon Fox Manor has long been associated with fox hunting. My ancestors enjoyed riding to hounds, banquets, breakfasts, ceremonies, gatherings, all to celebrate this blood sport. My father was the last of our family line to engage in this ancient aristocratic sport. I inherited Cinnamon Fox Maner when I was forty-seven years old and that was when things changed. I do not take pleasure pride or joy in any type of blood sport. I enjoy more tranquil, natural and pastoral pleasures such as bird watching. The only thing I have ever aimed at a living creature was the lens of a camera. There were twenty-three taxidermied foxes o
True Ghost story of Ireland
This is a true story that my Uncle told me when I was a young boy. It is one of those strange tales that leaves you to wonder... when my uncle Earl Morgan ( we called him Red Morgan) was a young, fashionable chap, he used to motor along the Kings highway from Northamptonshire through Oxford and Newbury to Portsmouth, a trip of approximately one hundred and twenty miles, He told me that one brilliant September day he had pulled over to get petrol at a small station and while he was standing by his motor car his eyes by chance rose to a large stone barn on a slight hillside bordered by hedge rose with a small cottage nearby. In the yard, he c
Beauty at Brighton
I have escaped the weary doldrums of winter by taking a sabbatical to fair Brighton beach where there are so many diversions. The Hilton seaside metropole is the perfect paradise for a gentleman of my age and distinction. This hotel was established in the 1700s and was frequented by the Prince of Wales as well as many other dignitaries of elevated rank.
I very much enjoy the health club sauna and pool as well as the relaxation zone. The seafood in the Salt Room is first rate and the full English breakfast in the hotel is incomparable. This is the second time I plan to attend the Sussex beer festival which will be held at the Brighton racec
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Beautiful. 