Reading sunday's columns
On a terras on a village square,
A hidden laugh, now and then,
Some fun and sun on a sunday,
out of the, intenser growing spring sun,
and out of the wind,
A carillion plays his tune on time, mixed with a barrelorgansong,
or hearing remarks of the ppl passing by:
[03:52] Kees: Hey, TerryJean
[03:52] Kees: Awesome Shirt! TerryJean Trevellion
[03:53] Rose's great love (terryjean.trevellion): hello Kees
[03:53] Kees: Hi there!
Then you have a silent laugh in yourself and think of Martin Bril's columns, 'it is skirtsday....