http://slow.writerscafe.org/hitchhika The original writings of author Hitchopotamus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151969 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Where hollow hearts sing foreign songs Of ancient dawns and painted wrongs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hitchhika/1968264/ Tiddles moved with two left feet.His style it never was complete.He never acquired a good right footAnd I guess that's why he went kaputHe slunk about all night, all dayLittle care of what the neighbours say.You see, here is the moral I shall now portray:Don't be the catWho el.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hitchhika/1913244/ I dreamt that I were meAnd you were you.Two waves collided,As heaven decided.There stood we,Your hand in my hand and mine in yours.Wind's sweet serendipity whispered.Through your hair as it sangMelodies divine, unearthly beauty.Powerless were we, but gladly so,For the air that night .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hitchhika/1913239/ I dreamt of stars, of cygnets born, Of aged poems their beauty torn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hitchhika/1903282/ Mr Shneebly Von Crumpet is an esteemed fine fellow who has come to enforce himself upon my every-waking thought courtesy of his extensively baffling tales and bafflingly extensive behind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hitchhika/1903257/