Kashmir

[Zip-A-Dee-Lady]

Sweater.

 

[frannikinz]

Cashmere?
yes, those are quite exspensive.

 

[Tinkerrat]

Cashmere?
yes, those are quite exspensive.

but very soft

 

[Jasmine45]

oo, I love Cashmere.
It's Soft.

 

[schmitty]

I perfer baby albino seal.

 

[BabyPiglet]

Sweaters are hot.

 

[StephaBabe50]

Sooo soft!

 

[TinkerTracy]

I perfer baby albino seal.

Seriously? I hope not....

 

[schmitty]

Once you feel baby albino seal fur everything else feels like sandpaper.

 

[TinkInPink]

I prefer kitten, but it takes so gosh-darn many to make anything.

 

[Tinkerbell424]

Kitten? As in Cats?

 

[TinkInPink]

yeah, but since their so small and it takes so many to make anything sometimes i have to use cat fur, takes fewer cats but its no where near as soft.

 

[::Snow_White::]

I don't like sweaters. They are hot and itchy. And I don't like them.

 

[Tinkerbell424]

To each their own I guess.

 

[GirlWithSpunk]

Ok...

 

[VMK_MagicalLadee]

We have cashmere tiolet paper. : D

SOFT.

 

[MadameLeota]

See when I read the title I thought it was gonna be about Led Zeppelin...

 

[TinkInPink]

lol

 

[MadameLeota]

See this is what I was thinking when I saw Kashmir:

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin'
I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. Let me take you there

 

[DisGirlAllie]

cashmere is soft. but so expensive. I love it during the winter.