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Monday, May 28, 2012
Morning Flutes
Morning Flutes
Heard above the air-conditioning
Heard across from the snow peaked Rockies
Peals of laughter & peals of bells
Outer skins of our fruits
Allowed to jell
Music of morning flutes
Jinx! How cool is that, your bells pealed just as I was posting "tintinnabulation" - now that's the mystery singing us a song if ever there were...
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