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Madagascan Girls

from Looking Back on Burned Bridges .. Now available via Amazon almost anywhere in the world ..

No, they are not crazy,
they’re just
the local Madagascan
party, beach
and market girls
who coincidentally all
dance like that ..
Take note how they also
paint their
pretty faces both white
and yellow
with matt buttercups
and daisies
from all of the naturally
occurring
coloured clays to keep
the harshest
of the sun rays at bay ..
Although,
much more importantly,
to help maintain
their unique anonymity ..

 

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Marion

This whole verse seems too pretty to be about Halloween. Lovely read x

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Neville

Its an incredible place Marion .. if I could jump, I would jump at the chance of going back there .. Neville 

p.s.

Oh' n thank you my very dearest of M's .. xx

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author
Marion

Think I've got to the stage where any place that's not UK sounds wonderful. I hope you get to go back Nev... sounds amazing X

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author
Neville

Its pretty incredible & I hope so too Marion thanks again x

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