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I watched as she was cast out of a bolt from the blue. A smile on her lips so beautifully askew. As her feet touched the earth she danced into the light. Like a drifter in the shadows dashing through the night. Her eyes can make you smile hips will make you shake. She is dawn's wishful goddess brought to earth for heaven's sake. Naked as Godiva through my mind she cut like pain. Tearing into the warm summer night bold with brazen fangs. Caught and cast a sail like a ship upon the sea. She swam in the moonlight sweetly. while the night did eagerly recede. Her beauty warms the sunshine filtered through the leaves of trees. That shade her eyes that have seen infinite eternity.
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 7:21 AM UTC
Goddess
Dear diary: Land sakes! Leofric cannot believe I carried through with it. But indeed, today I rode naked along the sparse, meager streets of ye old Coventry. And whilst my long hair, let down for the occasion, did provide me a jot of modesty; alas! a strong breeze I am most certain granted uncivil eyes to plainly see my top half is much ado about nothing. Nonetheless, an even more discomfiting fear shall be if some peeping tom espied his fair countess to be no natural blonde at all; just a fare-thee-well lemon juicing, miracle bra wearing charlatan. On the plus side, I did achieve quite a lovely, even, 'no-lines' tan!
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
Lady Godiva's Journal Entry, 12 August 1043
Roger of Wendover wrote of your audacity, a chronicle, a fable in lore, whereupon your face was softened for the Coventry poor. Tyranny of taxation, a sovereign's oppression, one husband's aggravation, and so he gave to you but one condition. After the butterflies, before the sunlit emprise, no mask to disguise, not a thing to prevent prying eyes. Only your decree could now protect your ladyship's modesty, keep your name from this sordid tale of infamy, yet, what did Tom see? It shan't be denied, it rests indelibly in Flowers of History, alas! along cobbled streets, all of them you defied, thus with head held high, you rode in all your glory.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
Godiva
Well I guess at this stage of my life It's unlikely Fame will ever find me Guess I must have missed my Boat,     sailed off without me Must have missed my Train too, left     me standing in the station (Did I ever really want to go anyway ?) Probably missed the Bus as well, by     the look it. I guess you might say things are     looking kinda bleak But y'know, I've been thinking...     maybe...what if...I wonder ? Supposing I was to spice things up a     bit Add a little controversy to the mix Like a mischievous Madonna or a     Prince (R.I.P). I read somewhere once that some     artists before they can create They gotta set a scene first, gotta     create an atmosphere, a certain          ambience So they do weird things, they light     candles, burn incense Put on strange music, wear strange     outfits of clothes.... a favorite hat          whatever ! Helps put them in an altered state of     mind. But y'know Me! No! I don't need to do     any of that Me! I just like to keep things simple     yeah Me! I just like to, well, I just like to do     it in the **** No!!! Not when I'm in the mood In the **** IN THE **** Yea, I like to get it out when there's no     one about There's nothing I like more when I get     through my front door Than flinging my clothes off     everywhere My knickers they land on a picture,     my pants their down the hall My shirt's up on a lampshade, my     vest's up on the wall Gotta bare my body before I can bare     my soul I like the freedom it affords; And like a Scotsman and his kilt I like to wave it around a bit Till I'm ready to take my seat, my     Muse for to meet Descending like some beautiful     winged Pegasus from the sky I wait till she alights, then I surprise     her I jump on board and ride her Rising way above the Earth, the two of     us Wild and free, with nothing at all     restraining me Together we traverse, yea! together we roam, the wondrous skies of the          Imagination Like some incredible!...amazing!...     Lady Godiva!!! Wait a minute! what's that I hear     outside my door A Big Ship's ****** a hollering, a     Train's whistle a wailing A Bus's horn too, beep beeping... all     furiously sounding And jostling with one another to get to     my door Man! Their coming so fast I think their     gonna crash into one another All wanting to take me away with     them, take me away from here And promising me all kinds of crazy    wonderful things.... Just goes to show.... But remember It ain't lewd and it ain't rude To be a Dude who likes to write in the     **** In fact... in fact, it's quite cool (actually it's very cool Brrrrrrr....hey!     someone shut that door!).
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
In the **** !! IN THE ****
Well I guess at this stage of my life It's unlikely Fame will ever find me Guess I must have missed my Boat,     sailed off without me Must have missed my Train too, left     me standing in the station (Did I ever really want to go anyway ?) Probably missed the Bus as well, by     the look it. I guess you might say things are     looking kinda bleak But y'know, I've been thinking...     maybe...what if...I wonder ? Supposing I was to spice things up a     bit Add a little controversy to the mix Like a mischievous Madonna or a     Prince (R.I.P). I read somewhere once that some     artists before they can create They gotta set a scene first, gotta     create an atmosphere, a certain          ambience So they do weird things, they light     candles, burn incense Put on strange music, wear strange     outfits of clothes.... a favorite hat          whatever ! Helps put them in an altered state of     mind. But y'know Me! No! I don't need to do     any of that Me! I just like to keep things simple     yeah Me! I just like to, well, I just like to do     it in the **** No!!! Not when I'm in the mood In the **** IN THE **** Yea, I like to get it out when there's no     one about There's nothing I like more when I get     through my front door Than flinging my clothes off     everywhere My knickers they land on a picture,     my pants their down the hall My shirt's up on a lampshade, my     vest's up on the wall Gotta bare my body before I can bare     my soul I like the freedom it affords; And like a Scotsman and his kilt I like to wave it around a bit Till I'm ready to take my seat, my     Muse for to meet Descending like some beautiful     winged Pegasus from the sky I wait till she alights, then I surprise     her I jump on board and ride her Rising way above the Earth, the two of     us Wild and free, with nothing at all     restraining me Together we traverse, yea! together we roam, the wondrous skies of the          Imagination Like some incredible!...amazing!...     Lady Godiva!!! Wait a minute! what's that I hear     outside my door A Big Ship's ****** a hollering, a     Train's whistle a wailing A Bus's horn too, beep beeping... all     furiously sounding And jostling with one another to get to     my door Man! Their coming so fast I think their     gonna crash into one another All wanting to take me away with     them, take me away from here And promising me all kinds of crazy    wonderful things.... Just goes to show.... But remember It ain't lewd and it ain't rude To be a Dude who likes to write in the     **** In fact... in fact, it's quite cool (actually it's very cool Brrrrrrr....hey!     someone shut that door!).
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