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IT’S A SECRET

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Psst! You over there on the other side of the screen. Yeah, you. I’ve got a secret to share but you gotta promise not to tell anyone. Deal? OK!

You may have seen my references here and there to a “new project” I’m working on. Mr. Bump (mrbump.uk) and I have been putting our heads together for a while and it’s almost time for the unveiling which will be Thursday, March 2.

I hope you enjoyed my post today called “Misty”. Well, keep “Misty” in mind as you follow my site. You’ll notice a theme for each post scheduled for the next two Sundays. I don’t want to give anything away so that’s all I’m gonna say except for this: after all our time together, you might know there’s something in addition to storytelling that’s very close to my heart.

That’s it. Not another word; wild horses couldn’t drag it out of me! I do have a tendency to be a bit garrulous so I better stop now before I give anything away. Are you curious? I hope so! We’re very excited about our joint venture and are looking forward to presenting it to you. Believe me, kids; it’s gonna be a lot of fun!

See you all on the flip side very soon and remember – mum’s the word!

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FRENCH KISSING LIFE

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There is a place somewhere called Paris
And I’m going there on vacation today;
A city where every useless worry or care is
Forgotten and carelessly tossed away.

I don’t need to see the Eiffel Tower
Or pray at Cathédrale Notre-Dame.
I’d happily pick a delicate wildflower
Or caress a charming man’s arm.

I’d love to stroll through Pére Lachaise,
Have a chat at the grave of Jim Morrison.
I’d play him some tunes like Jimi’s “Purple Haze’’,
Just dishing the dirt with that sexy rapscallion.

You won’t catch me near the Seine for dinner;
Much too highbrow and touristy for me.
Seat me at a bar with the saint or the sinner;
We’ll close the place down at quarter past three.

Mona Lisa is enigmatic in a gilt frame so fine
But the thought of the Louvre is a total bore.
I’d rather be laughing in a park drinking wine
Or sharing a smoke on a bench with a whore.

I’ve got nothing to hide; it’s far from a secret:
When it comes to Parisian men I’m a big flirt.
The playboys in the square whisper “Come, be my pet”
And I purr “Oui, oui, mon cheri! Who will it hurt?”

There is a place somewhere called Paris
And I’m going there on vacation today.
I’ll give life a sultry lingering French kiss;
When I’m in Paris I like to do things my way.

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