Sunday, August 13, 2006

Sunday 13th August: My Legs Are Numb.




81.3 (National Day), 105.7 (Weekend), 10.8 (daily commute) x 2 (to and back) x 4 (for 4 days) = 273.4 kilometers in a week.

This is the canal that runs behind my place. Beautiful.




I even saw an eagle. Or something like it anyway.





Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away
If you can use, some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away

Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru
In lama land, theres a one man band
And he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, we'll float down in the blue

Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied
We'll just glide, starry eyed
Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near
You may hear, angels cheer - because we're together

Weather wise it's such a lovely day
You just say the words, and we'll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
It's perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say
Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away

Writer(s): cahn/van heusen

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