Live by a Luthiers-see sad people bring their broken stringed knicked gouged shattered guitars and violas and violins in to be brought back to glossy health
Chillin’ to some icy funky tunes today-a mix up a mash up why not skys the limit and it’s a beautiful day, dancin’ in my skivvies with the window wide because the breeze is cool and refreshing and I’ve sugar in my veins
Kicking through drifts of pink cherry petal snow
scenting the fragrance of java and Jamaican pastries on the corner-love that deep saffron yellow, love that Dutch licorice just beyond, but don’t you think it’s time you sold wooden clogs instead of these new modern kind, which really just look like glorified refined white sucre crocs?
Today’s a dance swing round round round jump one two three why not
today everything is gilded in the first glimmerings of summer, scattered with silver eddies of rain and twisting bird song. Think I saw a finch with it’s rosy head. Saw a hummingbird again, little propeller wings just a whirl.
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