The laughter is born from her stomach.
Even in anger she might be laughing.Her humor infectious. Her sense of direction fucked. Images of literal tongue in cheek moments posing with Cherry beer flit through my head. The Benson and Hedges never far from her lips.
The eyebrow ring twinkles just like her eyes. Her message by Erica Jong. She ponders adventure, considers reality. Her travel companions,Anton and Koos.Her conversation is even. She reveals little but says a lot. Sometimes absent, always present.Your expression of days when you were furious and days when you were ecstatic, told with equal fervour…
“If you can dream and not make dreams your master…”
To Ally:Today is a celebration of your life.
Happy Birthday
MrsM
Mrs M 
the celebration of our lives is contained in our laughter, nice one mrs m!
By: vee on June 19, 2007
at 10:23 am
and she exudes just that doesn’t she?
By: madamm on June 19, 2007
at 10:33 am
How sweet are you? Lekka meisie.
By: tbhanks on June 19, 2007
at 11:00 am
daai’t baie digging in die stowwerige rakke van my geheue gekos!
By: madamm on June 19, 2007
at 11:09 am