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Friday, September 19, 2014
spooky, scary
Have song in my head we used to sing when I was a very small child --
"Oh dear, what can the matter be?
(x3)
Johnny's so long at the fair...."
what happened to the kid??
cannot remember the rest of the song --
it used to fill me with apprehension
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is that it? - that's it
swords into plowshares; spears into pruning hooks
get it done quietly
working on it
I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow
spooky, scary
thinking visually
in the public eye
counterweight
not too particular, not too precise
uncloudy
zucchini, fettuccine
bubbly melody
searching for my lost shaker of salt
if we sit forever and the fish don't bite
rocky amusing
lady with the mystic smile
you seem to have gone into a trance
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