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if only who knew? surelyhis frigid finger insinuated a saucy intrigue, but goes beyond wisdom oozing between pages of a damp booklet culling all gasps a certain fool didn't & won't everknow. "Like a birdon a wire," Mr. Cohen has that(g)spot-on. A last aspen, a lostglove, an electrifiedpigeon, beg a question. If some random "he" knewwhat "she" knew, oh,how history would've been lovedleaf instead of trigger finger
Ah, what a brilliant (and funny) wordsmith is our Anon.Fantastic photographs, Ms.M. The first two had me in stitches, the second pair elegant perfection.You two make an unbeatable team.
I love those sort of found objects. I always like to stop and read the lists that I found fallen on the ground.
Anon, brilliant poem that fits oh so well xxooWhy, thank you, Dive -- I think Anon & I do make a rather good team.Margaret: It's fascinating what you can find along a sidewalk, alley, street. Those little bits of personal lives.
So beautiful photos you took across during 2012!Wishing you and yours a Happy New Year, filled with happiness, joy, good health and peace!My best regards,Sonia.
Thank you, Sonia. A blessed new year to you and your family, too!
That glove looks alive, like it's going to do something terrific, backed by a Cole Porter score.
Karin: I can see it now: the finger of the glove begins to wave back & forth in rhythm, the music starts, and the glove leaps off the post and begins to conduct a jazz orchestra which appears out of the trees.
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