Sun sings low redat the horizon, you stringtwinkly lites arounda grand piano on your front lawn.I don’t know you, but haveforgotten how to dance.May I join?
For my own occasional music prompt to the Real Toads: Working On That
4.18.2014
Dancing Down Bay Road
For my own occasional music prompt to the Real Toads: Working On That
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Thoughts full of both possibilities, a way, perhaps, to break free of reservations.
ReplyDeleteSure, why not ~ I live the invitation ~ Happy Easter Marian ~
ReplyDeleteJust got a flash of that young Bob Dylan , somehow, even though it's a piano and not a guitar. :) ~
ReplyDeleteyeah and why oh why the piano on the front lawn? must be an invitation.
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