The elm remained in contention long after the oak felt the full weight of Sunday tulips coming down.
Astrid figured there were only three ways to Sunday to stop the upheaval of raindrops serenading the subliminal box springs that enclosed the fulsome tree horn. She dusted off her Damascus steel guitar and finished her fourth variation on her latest attempt at her graduation piece called “That Pea-Green Day” in a flat Phrygian. How a flat Phrygian got into her pajamas, she’ll never know. Her dinky ankles could barely keep up with the pedals, but her sumptuous yearning would keep the works going long enough to matter this time.
In the privacy of her private chamber, the maiden music completed something in her soul, and Astrid stole a glance at her aunt’s favorite stole, no longer in vestment fashion, but a keen memento mori nonetheless. Her wistful confection nourished her endurance until her husky impetuosity would bring her first prize in the student division.
Astrid greeted the new day, and she remained in contention long after her chief rival felt the full weight of Sunday tulips coming down.
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All this and a Grouch fan too ? Too too much.
We often pass a shop here in Hanoi called Hapro and wonder if he was the little known dyslexic Marx brother ?
Ah yes! And he plays the harp backwards, like Victor Borge playing William Tell Overture/Lone Ranger theme upside-down.
People can always tell that I only pretend to be able to read music because I invariably hold the piano upside down.
But that’s the best way to shake out the extra set of car keys, loose change, old crackers, and enough lint to stuff a throw pillow!
Very nice! I like how you create a story out of the pictures. It really brings everything to life.
Glad you like it. Thanks for letting me know! 🙂
Good luck to you! I couldn’t read Ulysses for a Milton bucks! Not to mention, I can’t get rid of the albatross around my neck from RHYME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER!! So I don’t read “literature” any more❣️
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