Lola draws geckos
wherever she goes,
On chalkboards or whiteboards
or with sand in her toes.
A twinkle of her eye
with a smile so wide,
And my passing fancy
will wash away with the tide.
Nice to meet you Lola.
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Door to nowhere
Current non-writing work in progress This is a door from a 1950s vintage record cabinet that belonged to my parents. I'm taking ...
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Apparently this restaurant menu is on the ceiling just in case you need to order from the floor.
I wish I could draw; I think I am the only one of the five of us who cannot, alas.
ReplyDeleteThis one should be a greeting card with the poem! Lovely poem! Awesome photo!
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