Monday, September 19, 2016

Hair Strung Beauty

Brunette - has she played your tune-yet?  Playing a harp, heart strings pulled and strung together as art.  

Can a start begin at the top, middle and end?  You look her up and down and wonder where to begin…

Lips shimmer like lake’s-light, you can tell by the look in her eyes - it’s going to be a late-night

Stage fright - you get up on stage trying to sing a staged night - she’s not hungry, but her lip, she still bites.  You nervous on stage, she’s thinking breakfast - are his crepes right?


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