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Friday, August 1, 2014

Same words, different day

In which we write as if from inside a terrarium



No big agenda today except to use different words from our limited lexicon. This one ended up rather haiku-ish, didn't it?

Several tunes were considered and rejected, and then this:



There are so many groovy things to see while grazin' in the grass / Grazin' in the grass, yes,baby, can you dig it? / Flowers with colors for makin' everything outta sight / Grazin' in the grass, yes, baby, can you dig it?

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