#NPM2012 Day07: The Music Lingers On
Pops and crackles, Dust on Vinyl disks, Stored upright in their crates. In treasured sleeves. Now gone. Recycled? Or...
Pops and crackles, Dust on Vinyl disks, Stored upright in their crates. In treasured sleeves. Now gone. Recycled? Or...
Many fingers, Many hands, To keep them all up in the air, at once. In finding more, and more,...
A Yarn, well-spun, Is oft more pleasing than the truth. Hat’s off to Midge, For making mystery of a...
In olden days, Our Little Read Walked (odd, not rode!), In her hoodie, Through forests dark. Was not the monster...
The apple never wrought no harm, ‘cept that what were imposed: Prescription from Above, or wicked Queen. My aching...
One cannot survive, With naught but dips from Twitter’s well. Real folks quench real thirst. by aforgrave, April 2nd,...
From A to B and naught between, save ‘chance a rest stop OnRoute Blazing down the 401 We pass,...
Sometimes, Unless you read the comments, And get another’s story, It just looks like a postcard. by aforgrave, March...
Two Empty Chairs ———— Laurel and Hardy, Abbott and Costello, Burns and Allen, Ma and Pa Kettle, Martin and...
En route Somewhere between Krypton and Earth. Our little Kal-El stopped. and landed. All by his little lonesome. playing...
Echoes of Them Them! Creepy Carpet Crawlers. Genesis unknown. Buy Products of a Nuclear Age. Reactors over run. Costs?...
We’re writing Haiku today. aforgrave, April 13th, 2011. Photo source: City New Photos
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