h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

First time saw loves light was one night in may,
Still smile once n a while ,as I recall ,a Lamp post
Would have heard those sound s of the four bells had
The church on the corner been sounding navy time.

Thirty years more since been there
My first affair was there on this path past the lamb and church yew,
Down Victoria drive turn left to face a horse of the past, at last

I arrive to manhood under light of stars and the
Moon
It was ended to soon
But with me for all of times passing for ever ,hope she reads this,
She taught be much ,such is fate great memories

I know now how to tell some of you those feelings
Feing shui all gooey wet grass

For the very next night to my delight we sloped off down an alley
And double parked against a garage
For a while
A smile
smiled

Then later that week we sneaked through gildridge park light was bright
The moon still was full ,and down by the brook near some trees and flowers
I was took to a Garden as sweet as vida gita ,

Perhaps as I write in recall mayas no fool for the reason why she went back up north
this was good bye for better or worse with love not a curse,
For family and honour so as not to tempt fate
And leave it to late, she must face her mate and mend fences,
Or break them down for once and for ever.

But better yet still got letter from that girl, jenny ,still see her face, standing
There smiling lying in my arms passing our last night away, ten years later
We met once again ,on some steps with a view to the sea,
She was down to visit her daughter.

We at once both saw,
Memories store of good times with no need to explain just a joining of two pieces
Of the puzzle of life

Then with times passing into the seventies,
The times so heavenly believe it was Helen
That special friend ,a teacher in training,
At a place called darley wood ,made out of brick,
But still terrific recollections of talking with fingers,
Lingers ,the Mafioso college and collage the way to
The stars ,go far and come back ,white and the black,
A mistral of music, from and what she was doing and listening, tooing all written on paper, oh what a caper,

While sea salt was glistening from my skin while listening,
To sounds far away in agadir bay. talking with blue people
And some that we knew from Timbuktu ,and some new places and faces from towns, all around where I was born in or grew in ,oh in case I forgot she was from didcot ,and that
Oh those feet so complete that’s neat six toes to suck on,
Still recall many nights when all was so right in the world,
And six toes all curled up with mine as we lay in the dorm
All warm and before first light I’d alight from your bed and
See the sun rise as I awaited waiting to see you that night,
The sight of this was bliss but did I see it with those bleary eyes of mine, cant recall but still recall you those seeds you
Planted sprouted and routed a few night mares re affairs and play acting in bed and ones head ,

Oh, Logi, these pieces are like little jewels or nuggets to me, they are so precious and personal; why, you Do have a history eh? why, you've grown from a young one and others have loved you and you've loved others, la! O O it is bittersweet for some reason to read, your story yours,
all I can say is thank you.
Lynda

Wendy nothing windy bout her and her little car,
Service to her majesty and me ,
learnt to skate and to ride, pictures and art ,polite
Ways to fart, Bogner for lust ,and a surprise for me,
The first time another brought my breakfast tea, no
Sympathy needed ,for she had conceded her little girl,
Was a lady ,not of the night but a site for sore eyes ,

Sore heart once too ,when she was so ill ,no pill could have
Saved her, a pain like in labour deep in her kidneys I kid ye
Not ,soon forgot for she mended ,and we wended and woo-ed it pursued it found the truth ,and the truth love is immortal
The portal to this world the next world and the last.

It’s the past love that this love the next love is for ever the shiver of warmness in a caress just delivered that starts at
The skin and goes right through us, she new this and taught
Other things to ,had a grip like strong glue, humour dark blue, I often wonder of you , and your traveller ,travelling,

Before she left knowing I’d be bereft she left a kiss and
This to me so that I can show thee ,one piece of love
through a picture a tincture of love on a piece of wood
She left on the chair at the end of the pair , as we parted that last time in her flat her first home of her own ,now of to,
Roam the world and the puzzle grew and grew

The puzzles of love,
how it is that we act in these plays, and the continueing one, with perhaps the least sense to it, is ours,
as others leave our venue,
their story is rounded with an end,
while ours wends on.
Oh Robert, I can't ever hope to be in the company of your other loves, you've gone swooping past me I think;
I don't want to go on forever,
I just want an eternal date,
I'm foolish and
you are so beautiful to me. I hope you don't mind but it don't matter if you do,
I dedicated a piece to you,
because I love you
Ah well, that was refreshing lol