I would crawl over broken glass to reach you.
Scale the highest mountain.
Swim across the oceans deep.
Or maybe I would cross the pond.
Skywards in an aeroplane.
Fight my way through ferny fronds.
Twisted across the verdant forest floor.
And do you know why I'd do that?

I would like to meet my fellow makers of such beautiful mischievous words.
To meet each and all,  and everyone of you face to face.
Of course,
I could always return to London town.
Or maybe not so far from home.
We all know each others words.
Few know the minds behind the reckless words.
It's just a dream.
A pleasant one of course.
(C) Livvi