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- stripes, not stars
- (almost) fractal
- cleveland kendo
- eggs
- marsyas (blood orange)
- portobello road, london
- spaghetti (fiber) optics
- tools of the trade
- Ellis Island, NY
- barriers to entry
- huntington beach, sc
- chinatown, nyc
- red
- landscapes
- O LIVING always--always dying!O the burials of me,...
- The White House grounds
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April
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"There'll be no more sobbin' when he starts throbbin' his old sweet song.
ReplyDeleteWake up, wake up you sleepy head: get up, get out of your bed.
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red -
live, love, laugh and be happy.
What if I were blue, now I'm walking through, walking through the fields of flowers.
Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours.
I'm just a kid again doing what I did again, singing a song -
when the Red Red Robin comes bob-bob-bobbin' along."